The Wretched Creature

What can I say about a heart so black with no moral guidelines, run amok to cause pain and destruction from within.  The cancer spreads it's vile poison from one corner to another felling one innocent after another, old and young alike, there is no discrimination.  The attacks vicious and cruel meant to maim and cripple.  I do not cower from this poison but I avoid it's touch.  It's touch meant to disarm is revolting.  My stomach struggles to stay calm, my body still but I am not deceived by it's assumed cleverness.  The wretched creature uses human weakness as it's door.  "Oh woe is me, oh woe is me..." can be heard through it's lips whispering into the ears of the unaware.  But as surely as the sun rises every morn the truth will out.  The beast with it's sunken dark ringed eyes will blow it's cover and the black within uncover.
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*Allene Angelica*

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