It is not greed, The thirst for riches. It is not ****, The hunger for skin. It is not wrath, The delight in spilled blood. It is not sloth, jealousy, gluttony, or pride. It is simply evil, Devoid of complexity, Absent and empty. It is all-encompassing, surrounding you, surrounding me, In a cloud of poison, toxicity.
I shut you out, With a false smile on my mouth. I let you in, Only enough to graze my skin. I open the door, Only to lay still upon the floor. I wake up in my bed, Only to gaze at the ceiling overhead.