Evil

By Lynda Decker

I hear your silent cries in the night,

as you lay awake in the dark.

I see the thoughts you are thinking of,

a thought with the smallest of sparks.

I feel the fear that holds you back,

not letting you run free.

I feel the anger that you control,

some day, we all will see.

I am the voice within the mind,

that beckons you to be weak.

I am the voice that calls to you,

urging your mind to speak.

I am the anger that runs through your veins,

and begs to be let out.

I am what you fear

when you try so hard, to understand what I am about.

Everyone knows who I am

and never saw my face.

Everyone fears me,

yet, my desire they all chase.

Everyone asks favors of me,

but not willing to pay the price.

once in a while, a person gives in,

and to me, that is very nice.

I have been here for thousands of years

watching people, watching them grow.

I have watched you as well my dear,

your darkest secrets I sure know.

I hear your whimpers when you wonder

why you are even here.

I know all your pains all to well

I know them and feel your fear.

Let me help you, I am true.

you ask of me,

I give it to you.

But there is a price

for all things in life,

the price is not so nice.

Everyone tastes my flesh

and sometimes spits it out.

But those weak souls

keep me there

the price, they don’t care about.

I am the best with crime

I never get caught, and never ever will.

For no one looks me in the eye, and walks away.

I AM EVIL!