Guilt. A man in all the glory of his prime
Sinfully beautiful overlooking all crime
Waiting in the shadows a phantom he is
The right opportunity waiting to seize
Frost on his cloak, haughtiness in his eyes
Seeing through you to perceive all lies
Whispering sweet nothings lulling you to sleep
Realisation hits you the calmness slips
Cunningly cornering you, pushing you to the edge
Madness and darkness to consume you, merge
Laughter on his lips, mockery in his gaze
Your peace of mind ready to erase