The disgust is clear.

As he walks the vibe is gone.

The room turns dark, the smiles dials down.

He walks like he owns the place

the proud person he is.

His smile always wide.

His glasses big squares.

His lips, huge.

His forehead full of redness.

His inner workings painfully dark.

The emotions he evokes as he merely walks are troubling.

Everything from fear to peity,

Disgust and anger,

Sadness and annoyance.

Whatever it is he does,

It is never something pleasant.

How can he live with himself?

After everything he’s said

Everything he’s done

Everything he thinks.

All colors: Red, blue, black

They drip from his body.

Making up the dark and foul smelling brownish orange that all colors lead up to.

And as all this happens he smiles.

Saying that everything everything is great.

Thinking he’s on top of it all.

Just by looking at him you can tell,

Deep down, his life is miserable.

As it should be.

Everytime I look at him

Everytime I think of him

The mood is ruined.

The life is sucked out.

The happiness gone.

It hurts to see the people he had left behind,

The people he has hurt.

Those who fell for his facade

And those who didn’t.

His victims.

Everyone around him, is in one way or another

His victim.

What pains me the most

is it will continue.

He will continue.

Roaming the earth with his vile

And wide smile.

A parasite to all who know him.

Nothing will be done, and he will remain as he is today.

Free.