The Monster

Someone so evil, she actually thinks she's nice.

Her words are cold, her nails dig in through ice,

She'll rip you apart, piece by piece,

Then regret she handled you with such peace.

She'll pull you back, act real sweet,

Then she'll dig her teeth into your meat,

Yet all the while, she'll flash a smile,

Stuck in her delusion that she's docile.

Her false pretense wins the hearts of all else, 

Until she shows them her true self.

Then she'll use them up, for all that they've got,

And turn to choose more victims from the pot.

She'll make you think it’s all on you, 

Like you'd choose to be abused.

The worst part is, she thinks she's innocent,

Blind to her sins, she'll repeat them at a sprint,

And when she's told of her harshness, 

It’s they who are possessed by darkness.

Everyone else is wrong, and she's right.

It’s just pointless to put up a fight.