to you a beast you think you comprehend not necessarily made all evil in the reflective pool of your eyes i see fear and intrigue co mingle you hesitate to deem me all bad yet when my face is shown your eyes avert new thoughts sprout from that fear filled soil your nerves and intuition back on full alert you think that you ve seen the truth you think you know yet disbelief grinds the doubt it claws in your sleepless delirium i devour your thoughts if you only knew how your way of life sustains me like electricity coursing through my soul your will to retaliate your vengeful thoughts announced i bring you me conflict and death and the promise of spilling red by the ton i just might be there in your final moment i just might be the last thing your eyes take in1