Heathen
This poem describes April, a villain I have written into the stories Drag Me Down Again, and Perambulation.
Heathen
(02/09/2018)
You look upon this lady fair,
My slender frame; black pigtailed hair,
White and black; my fur is stripped,
Cobalt eyes light up the night,
Walking with the utmost grace
You see a very gentle face,
I look to you with toothy smile,
Few men can resist my wiles,
Those who do fall to the gun,
I often shoot it just for fun,
I use it nearly every day,
Oh, how I enjoy the fray,
But this is not the life I chose,
I strike a subtle villainous pose,
My minions serve me faithfully,
And cower at the sight of me,
I've killed too many to keep count,
Bodies piling like a mount,
Ending lives with my own hands,
But no one knows just who I am,
I walk in darkness and in light,
My true self hiding in plain sight,
I wear a mask so they won't see,
The good that lives inside of me,
An empathetic psychopath,
A moralistic sociopath,
A righteous unbeliever,
And an honest deceiver,
I spread the truth while telling lies,
All of myself I do despise,
I cheat and rob; give to the poor,
Then kick in someone else's door,
But every day the darkness grows,
I become the monster the others know,
What good that's left is dying fast,
The evil is alone at last,
My claws cut into tender meat,
A victim lying at my feet,
Chain them down; I rape and maim,
I hate how I enjoy their pain,
The violence is possessing me,
Destroying what might ever be,
Crying out as my heart breaks,
Their life was never mine to take,
But I'm trapped in a mental cell,
And burning in my private hell.
What is there to believe in?
I'm just a worthless heathen.