Evil.

The face of an angel

Or the face of an old prisoner

Evil.

A single flame

Flickering, whispering

About to die.

Evil cannot feel.

Not the warmth of the laugh of a baby

Not the coldness of the deep blue sea.

But only the bottomless emptiness of the world

The world that wants him dead.

Evil screams silently

As the hands of the world grasps his throat

With no mercy.

Evil cries a single tear

Red like a blossomed rose

Red of blood.

The world does not welcome Evil

And says Evil

Should be banished.

But they don't know.

No they don't.

The true evil ones,

Are hiding deep within.

Within their own black hearts.