Evil is a point of view
Not a smile or a grin
Not a smirk or a sneer
No feedback or remarks
Indifferent to anything me
That glare in your stair I can’t bear
Your eyes are like a portal they take me on a journey
Through a dark and cold place where hatred dwells
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