I am a wretched man even filth would find me disgusting.
Each day that my eyes creep open I am
Wracked with thoughts of uncontrollable evil.
Yet resting outside this darkness lies a shell of a man.
This shell is nothing more than a well conceived lie.
I have won reelection time and time again
Feeding on the ignorance of my constituents.
If one could know the darkness that
Is me I would surely be put to death.
By day I am but a suit and tie but by night I am free of my lies.
Each night I emerge from my luxurious flat
In search of new skin to use as my door mat.
I scan the streets for desperation.
My policies have surely made it this way.
Peasants sell there body for paper.
What horrid things they shall see.
I approach with currency whispering from my sinful
Hands. Their eyes catch fire as they gaze upon my approach.
They know of the riches they will make
But not of the death that surely awaits.
She enters the vehicle tripping from her cheap high heels.
I am timid at first careful not to frighten the girl.
Death Death has found you.
It has claimed you this night As she gets comfortable
I slip her money and reach to my pocket as i am seated.
Grasping a slim blade... Silver, of course.
I plunge it into her neck letting her Crimson color come to life.
It sprays against my face.
I laugh as I watch her perish.
I shall wear her as a suit.
I shall become her.
For who am I anyway?
Well, nothing more than another lying politician.