Afflictive nature wrought from years of torture.
I've been stabbed in the back over and over.
I've know the game and now I play it too.
But in my own way, not the same as you.
When I meet you I won't pretend to be nice.
I'll stab you in the heart and I stare in your eyes.
You'll know I did it there's no reason to guess.
But just to be sure, I'll carve my name in your chest.
You say I'm evil and I'd have to agree.
There is no love or compassion left in me.
Only my heinous acts are left to be seen.
I'm cold, i'm cruel, i'm crude and everything in between.