Psychopaths

psychopaths don't have a specific face,
no mark, no way to tell them apart.
You can search for a way,
Try to look in the dark
But you'll only be lead astray
Blinded by lies, you'll be wasting your hours
They're unnoticeable, seem harmless
They smile at you from a passing car.
In a sunny day, they'll offer you help
Their kindness will touch your heart.
And you'll be fooled by their act
Like a fly in their web,
You're a pawn in their show
Oblivious that you're on death row
In the valley of death and only they know
Because they like to play God, to feel the thrill of ending your soul.
So the next time you see a handsome face, pretty teeth and a scar
And he offers to move your bags to the car
Be wary of him, for he could be a psychopath
But then you'll never know for sure,
maybe he's just a kind man with a dark past