i forget
how evil i am
through all the veils
and make-up
and clothing
and false promises
flaccid and limp
like the wilting roses
sitting in my vase
months old now
i forget

and then i look deeper
and see my cruelty
and see my blackness
seeping into the cracks
and crevices of my
corrupted mind
the faces and souls
of those i've tormented
looming the back of my mind
i am the villain.
i forget
how evil i am.