Evil lives above me.

Who would have guessed?

And so seductive.

Reaching inside to my own evil.

So I played doggo, I didn't respond.

Evil escalated control, and half by luck, I played dead.

My strength is of the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
And evil has superhuman strength, with a black heart.
Evil destroyed property, but left me standing.
Receding like a giant tsunami, leaving me behind.

I tell myself I triumphed over evil, but it was mostly luck
I shiver at the thought.