Ooooh, it’s a poem!
Pretend you’re scared. It’s an ‘I am’ poem I promised to air. It should take you as long to read it as it took me to write it.
I am evil reincarnated
I wonder why
I hear weeping and nashing of teeth
I see the flames licking my ankles
I want, I need, I shall have
I am evil reincarnated
I pretend to be pleasant, to be nice
I feel, I know it feels OK
I touch the sword I grip it tightly
I worry you don’t understand
I cry, I’d cry if you got away
I am evil reincarnated
I understand the deep hidden mysteries
I say, I hope you listen
I dream of that day when…
I try to change
I hope I can
I am evil reincarnated.
