The Evil Man In Me Poem by Saint Cynosure

There is an evil man in me,
if you want I'll let him out.
He'll show you things you've never seen,
things not dream't about.
Love don't exist within this man,
or one single fear.
If your smart you'll run and hide,
so he don't know your here.
for he may want to hear you scream,
to calm his angry soul.
Suffering and a want for death,
is a comfort that he knows.
His eyes don't leak,
though once they did,
today their hard and dry.
He will let you know what death feels like,
for he himself has died.
Murdered by the lies of life,
thrown upon his soul.
Given to the days he's lived,
by everyone he knows.
The air he breaths although its pure,
when leaving him its sour.
He does not measure life by years,
months or days or hours.
He wants for all to be like him,
no hope upon a face.
Just a world of dark and grim,
a truly hopeless place.
The evil man that lives in me,
should not be shown for none to see