Evil

Wretched be the one at this time who's elated

Called an accident but looks premeditated

Even though the cause of death still is debated

The cuts on the abdomen will never be stated.

Last night, in the dark, where no light can spread

Walking lonely breathing her final breaths

Comes a hand at her throat making it red

Sees herself in the steel, now she's dead.

But the odds are even as the focus shifts

The eyes are wide but the body is stiff

Walking upright with a knife in hand

The thoughts are haywire but too quiet to stand.

Emotions are like remorse, it's just numb

Nothing but essence of evil, it's just dumb

Transcending to mythical with every sin to commit

Death is the sacrifice, just releasing the spirit.

By: Arman Yusuf