Undercover

You’re pretty to the eyes.
Pity you’re rotten and dark on the inside.
Twisted sense that every one should serve you.
Destroying hope as if you deserve to.
With a smile hiding a liars tongue.
Look appealing as you prepare to sink a knife in.

Conscience to the fore.
Beneath the surface you’re filled with war.
Calling truth a lie to get your own selfish way.
Desperate to loom over everybody.
Causing damage as you please.
All should bow or be made to live on their knees.

Smell like a flower in bloom.
What lies within is a psychotic narcissist loon.
Theft to you is what you have not had bestowed.
Others freedom is something you thirst to erode.
All while pretending to be sweet.
Flashing those pearly whites to all those you greet.

Face filled with beauty.
Malice is what you bathe in truthfully.
Twisting friends and family to get out in front.
Don’t care who other than you bares the brunt,
Of actions that were you but framed on them.
This is cyclical without end.

You’re pretty to the eyes.
Pity you’re rotten and dark on the inside.
Twisted sense that every one should serve you.
Destroying hope as if you have the rights to.
With a pristine smile hiding a serpent tongue.
Look innocent as you prepare to execute others for fun.