Monster.

They’re bitter, just as much as they are disgusting, these thoughts that flood his head.

And he often ponders, hesitating in his movements, what will come of them?

How long can he keep them hidden, tucked so delicately behind the charm of his smile.
 
His words like silk, slipping from his mouth, but his intentions, rotten.

Bloodying, soiling all that is pure in his meaningless life.

And he laughs, wondering what these humans would think if they knew a monster lived among them.

A being as vicious as he was poisonous, ensnaring innocent souls in his web just so he won’t feel alone.

Corrupting them, feeding off their pain,

His pawns, mere toys to pass the time.

Would they believe it?

No, unlikely, not when he so seemingly wore his heart on his sleeve.

‘Poor boy’ they’d think;

 ‘he just needs a little love.’

How wrong they were, how foolish.

Love would never be enough, nothing was enough.

He was insatiable, he wanted more than one person alone could ever give.

So he dined on them, won their hearts with a lovelorn smile.

All before shattering them, crushing them beneath his boots.

He was indeed a monster, through and through.