Le Mal

 
I can see evil
Seeping through those
Loose window frames
Coming up from underneath
Squeezing through the cracks
Between varnished floorboards
Swirling like a dark mist
Almost a black fog
It’s after me
I see it

I can hear evil
Ghostly singing and piano chords
Whispering from the attic
Echoes down dimly lit corridors
Dark voices from the cellar
Door creaks and floor cracks
The sounds have bass
It reverberates
It’s after me
I hear it

I can feel evil
I feel its hands on my shoulders
I feel its slap on my face
Something wicked this way comes
It puts me under strangulation
It mingles with what’s left of me
It tingles, it burns, it shakes
Atmospheric rumblings
It’s after me
I feel it

I can now speak evil
I don’t always know I am doing it
Sometimes in ancient languages
I am deeply insulting
To anyone listening or not
Even if you are wearing a cross
This is not a movie set
Priests are welcome to be harmed
It uses me
I speak it

I can now do evil
I have no need for guilt
I enjoy doing evil
It’s almost fun
Murder and mayhem
Pain and torture
It’s my new thing
It’s inside me
I do evil