Cheerful smiles and hearty laughs belie a monster's presence
False stories and impressions of grandeur contribute to an energy
A crackling spark of incandescence
For this beast is not one of tooth or claw
But something far more deliberate and precise
Ready with sarcasm dripping from the maw

A creature of charisma skilled in manipulation
Jaws primed to spew caustic venom
With a malicious intent for social *******
Its bright eyes quickly scan the room
Sorting the sheep and deciding on which's weaknesses to feed
Trusting this monster assures certain doom

It's a slithering fiend flexing predatory instinct
Composed of façades that are cleverly distinct
Thriving in thoughts of darkness and demise
Hissing lies from midnight to sunrise
Whose only desires are simply to make you bleed
The Psychopath is a snake indeed

It was the iridescent shine that first revealed the truth
That beneath the unnatural glimmer was something ghastly
The next thing I saw was my forehead starting to peel off
I took the edge of artificial flesh and tugged in horror
Akin to a serpent shedding dead skin
There was a faint smacking sound
As my eyelids were hastily ripped off
Right before passing a smile made of clay
It was done
I opened up to take a look
Staring at the figure reflected
Into the face of a stranger

A single hot rod blasting off towards space
Let's ride into the brisk night air
Breeze smacking our faces
Like **** against the fan
Darkness masking the chills
Laughter shared over cheap thrills
Middle fingers flashed generously
Hoping the wind will carry us past imagination land
As it drops a pair of trouble makers off far away
In a twisted reality of our own creation
Transforming us into ghosts of our former selves
Two wraiths celebrating the afterlife
Free from overbearing rules
Laws laden with strife
Forget the stress
Make yourself a ******* brick wall of confidence
And let them just try to tear you down
Hand in hand, we'll walk away from society
And don't you worry about the silence of solitude
Your adorable giggle will do all the talking

It initiates its attack with a fiery assault to the chest
Showering the heart with acidic downpour
The disease spreads slowly into the victim’s bloodstream
Making it boil with envious hatred
The eyes become a permanent squint of mistrust and hostility
Skin begins to change with a bright, green spectacle
Canines are bared in horrible snarls
The person’s speech becomes bitter and low
Consisting mostly of cusses and speeches of negativity
Infectious jealousy runs rampant
And in no small part to that horrid sickness
The Emerald Virus

I love you
I hate you
You inspire me
I persuade you
You honor me
I disgrace you
You calm me
You stop me
You make me
I break you

I am of the night
A faded memory that permeates the air
A nocturnal creature at home in the dark
From the shadows, I can see the light continue to flow through your veins
The ghost of your smile still haunts me deep inside
Doubt takes the form of a worm burrowed into my brains
A permanent mark leaving the most painful of stains
I feel lost in a maze of my own creation, not completely sure if I even wish to escape
I am of the Moon up so high
I look down upon you with bitter remorse
I know how this game works
No matter what I do, no matter where I go, there’s always the guilt that follows
Like a wraith I hide from everyone I knew, vanishing as quick as my form had appeared
They are nothing but strangers to me now
But you…You are too familiar a face
Sometimes, I cannot even bear the most fleeting glimpse
I suppose it’s better to forget
So goodbye, farewell, have a nice day
I am of the night
A specter drifting away

Her luscious lips sing without moving
Those eyes have got me tongue-tied
I’m stuck entranced by headlights, becoming the roadkill of desire
Weak knees stepping close to an angel with a dark streak
Glossy hair hanging behind the curves of each cheek
Dainty hands clasped around some other guy
Constricting my heart with the most melancholy grief
For my look catches hers many times past coincidence
And the smile when she talks stretches further than “just friends”
I have seen the seasons of love consistently missed
My chance of a fairy-tale ending
Is just begging for a tryst
I’m no mouthpiece for cheating and dishonesty
I’ve had my fill of tragedy
But would it be so sordid
If I grabbed her by the hips
Stared at those puckering lips
And gave her a tender little kiss?