“Must I denounce myself as a monster while you refuse to see the one growing inside you?” ~Hannibal Lecter
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He drips blood from the corners of his sightless eyes
And wipes it off silently, praying no one has seen his lies
But the devil drew smiles just as he drew out red water
Devour the mind and heart, teeth a grim rorschach splatter
“What do you see?” asks he, as the clock begins unraveling
He pretends the blindfold is tight enough to obscure sin
Enemies will flee as their friends are turned upside-down
The blunt instrument glints, a masquerade of gruesome frowns
And at the edge of the madness, the verge of suspended hell again
The devil sits with discretion, adjusting his veil of human skin
As he tends to the fear, crying in vain, losing their very humanity
And the devil is hungry, oh-so hungry—“do…you…see…?”