Absolute Evil

Everyone has an awful side the terrible things people do to each other. And this is my dark side, though not as dark as most it may still be darker than average.

The smoke from our lungs,billows removing uncertainty.

Under your protection I’m tough no longer alone.

We are young free, we hurt us so carelessly.

Longing the one alone orgasmic moan,

Of the nights events; we push people around.

Sick of ourselves we leave those we love,

We are absolutely evil, we fall into the ground.

Down deep in hell’s darkest, we shove

And climb onto Satan’s throne.

By this time we are overwhelmed with drugs,

Overwhelmed by sex, and lack of love.

We die once and for all liars, thugs.

Names slandered in the name of

Absolute evil as it blackens and slowly kills,

May forever be bound in my name.

Horrible awful evil is one of my best skills,

I love it it’s my one favorite game.

Laughing at the mess I’ve made.

I’m not loved or okay,

I’m sick though I have no aid.

By myself, to my dismay

I come back together repaired.

New dirty, powerful self sewn together,

And just as evil as I’m declared.

I pull myself together, claw myself up.

Stitching the broken pieces back forever.

I’m broken but I’ll holdup,

Together enough to continue.

But I fall and cry alone again,

Help comes take advantage of value,

They die and their riches you gain.

Not happy still, kindness come,

I’ll shake it off and laugh.

I watch them succumb.

They’re evil for their own behalf.

Greedy children come to me,

I’m fun exciting sex, drugs, and money.

What might I guarantee,

You’ll break it’ll hurt.

Am I evil? Well absolutely.

You will always come back.

Though you will be dark as dirt.

You're self esteem shot black,

Nothing can stop you from rising.

No matter how dark and broken,

No matter how far you fell uprising,

You come back to me unspoken.

You are mine no matter how lost.

I own you because I hurt you so,

Spirits have turned to frost.

You would think I’d feel low.

I’m as proud as ever of what you are,

You are my demon my right hand.

I'll keep you closed in a jar,

Stored for my demand.

Author's Note

I wrote this after I did something absolutely evil. It was probably the worst thing I could ever do.

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

Nice. Twisted and dark/creepy.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Interesting read and write. What could be the worst? Nothing in this world is absolute evil, we just believe because we're deranged.