I know that man
I know that rapist, that murderer
He is the man lying behind every corner
He is the man in the dark alley.
He is the man behind corruption and of corruption
He is the man of the shadows, the shadows of your mind.
He is the sociopath that lurks in the furthest corner of your mind.
He is the Id that your ego let loose.
He is you. . . And he is me

He cries at sympathy, at weakness, and at kindness
He whispers in your ear . . . Lust, deception, abhorrence
When it is all said and done he leaves you.
And all you feel is:
The cold loneliness of shame and self loathing
You are an empty shell
When the hate is all that drove you, all that you lived for
Where do you turn when the pool is empty?
That is when he laughs at you. You, the tool of his evil.