Inner Workings

My unrest will be known; unquenched anger will be felt. My distrust will be evident. Most of all, my charm and illusions will keep them unaware. I will slit their throat, just as moments before, my lips grazed the same place in lust. I will take their beating heart for the mere sake of feeling it grow still. I will turn dreams to whirlwinds of devilish games. I Will corrupt them, control them, devour, dismember, and for some...resuscitate.

Those that interpret this vendetta as an affirmation  of that which has been labeled as the essence of evil acts and intentions. You merely step further into an ignorant lack of understanding. 

This mask that most perceive as compliant and acceptable behavior. Mistake it in the stead of one that in truth is untamed, primal, and pure existence. It is not one that was placed upon my face out of choice nor even want; beneath is a hazy figure. So worn, torn and beaten by life. That being no longer knows of existence without the mask which adorns its face. A mask of beauty hiding vipers. One of lyrical word disguising the forked tongue that weaves a song. The eyes that peer with confident seduction into the mortals who so self absorbed pass by without notice beyond the superficial. 

Watch for the cracks; those that find, in commonly agreed upon insecurities, yourselves righteous. For the demon beneath the porcelain beauty sees the evil spreading from within your hidden greed. The eyes of one whom has accepted flaws, short comings, and weakness alike sees your true inner workings. Not just that which you feed the willing beggars that mirror your emptiness inside.