Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Evil Within

Can you not feel me? So close to you, so near
The void within your heart that feeds upon your fear
I'm right here within you, your deepest darkest place
I'm the sin you once committed and now cannot erase

I'm the ghost that's in your closet in the deepest darkest night
I'm the curse you blame for failures, I will ever be your blight
I'm the hurried, eerie footsteps that echo in your wake
The underlying reason for all the promises you break

I'm the wind that howls mournfully outside your window at midnight
I increase your fear and terror for this brings me great delight
I am legion, I am many, to you my presence won't be denied
I feed greedily on your weaknesses, sated by your foolish pride

I'm the parasite that consumes you, the evil resident within
I'm the little voice that convinces you it's quite allright to sin
I'm the serenade that whispers softly as a secret lover would
But I will bring about such things as a lover never could

Look not for simple explanations, or mundane reasons why
The naked truths lie within your heart, so don't look to the sky
I'll see to your destruction, and I'll urge you to betray
All those who respect and love you, I'll see they go away

I'll tease you with temptation, I'll set your soul on fire
I'll blind your eyes with sinful lust while I grant all you desire
And when you seek redemption, or seek to find some sense of good
Songs of glory will ring hollow, as though they're made from wood

I'll see you bent and broken, with filthy gutters your only shade
You'll be a homeless outcast, never offered help nor aid
Until you've arrived at this condition and your doom is cast in stone
My hunger won't be sated, until you're left alone

I am the puppet master, I will ever keep my hold
to your strings, my puppet, and you'll always do as told
You think you have the power to cast your fears aside
But you forget I hold the deed to all you treasure, all your pride

I'll sit here in the darkness, your most veiled, most evil need
I'll awaken at your smallest doubt, at but a pause I'll rise to feed
I'll fill your mind with unclean wants, with thoughts and lusts impure
And filled with want and lust you'll have urgent needs you can't endure


I'm the whisper in the cold of night, I'm the evil within
I'm the IT, the HOW the WHY, I'm the thing conceived in sin
When you hear the eerie cry at night that causes you to fear
Don't deny the truth; for your sins the darkness will regardless bring to bear

© Copyright 2007 Rosevina

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