Psychopathic mind-state,

with the heart of a pacifist

God forbid my will breaks,

else you learn the devil exists

Liked a wolf in a sheeps guise

walking around with a clever disguise

All fine until you see the eyes

and feel the evil that lies beneath

Bearing its teeth, you keep staring

as he's tearing through the fleece

You can't speak, your speech is impairing

as you're preparing for defeat

He's not caring, nostrils flaring

but what lies deep is a need to hold peace

Despairing but raring, the beast released a howl so blaring

it's declaring everything ceased

Meanwhile inside the sheep pleas

fighting, despising, trying to seize the role, take control, stop the ghoul

Suppressed is the best for the sheep to rest

and yet the regret will upset the guest

Lest the sheep can best the pest

the wolf will aggress the rest