the Villain in me

I'm completely a botch of myself, a replica of poisonous venom.
My heart filled with deceits- tantamount to deception.
The sting of a seven headed beast
 
The villain in me
A perfect actor of a serial killer
 
I yearn for perfection, but my bile keep spicing my thoughts
My Vile keep spitting my vilifications
Maybe the dove is just a shadow of it's weaknesses to do evil
It's heart is probably the most vilest of all
 
The heart of a villain
The yoke of a rotten wound.
 
My heart is irritating with purulent discharge of pus
The purr form of my speech is only a disguise.
I long to be just, but my justification lies miles away.
Sin is my daily garment like the fur of a sheep
 
The mask of a villain
Unveil the innocence in me  
 
I would probably have been better if I look like the scorpion my inner man is.
Filthy thoughts occupy my all in awesome quantity.
My evil mind has remained immutable.
I feel even worse the moment I fall of the cliff off righteousness.
 
Unmask my evil mind with a drop of your blood
Golgotha seems too far up the valley.
 
I look up to the cross, this evil mask melts like wax before your presence.
Tears rain down my eyes to become my new pool
I swim in it in total repentance.
I take a sip of living water, I was dying of thirst.