PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The Evil Inside



You know you can not hide

The ugliness I found

Beneath those sweet lies

There lays a child bound



Her hair is matted with dirt

Her clothes are torn away

She’s only wearing a skirt

Too short for her, I’d say



Her eyes are dark blue

Like the bruises on her arms

But there is nothing I can do

To keep this child from harm



Because you see she’s not a child

The opposite of the meaning

Her temper is far from mild

She’s an evil being



I see the death inside those eyes

The torture they wish to see

I will not be the one that dies

But she wishes only for me



With my spirit broken

Her victory is found

But I have one last token

That I did not make a sound



Confusion in the end

As her victim doesn’t cry

Because you see my friend

Is that fact that you will die