The Nefarious

There was no fear as we passed with a smile and nod

Had I looked I might have seen through that beautiful cloak

Now here I stand in shock with blood dripping from my hand

Once blinded by the sparkle from your surface gold and shine

Torn open by a sharpened blade to expose the tarnished rot

There is no stopping those without a beating heart

Infection and contagion are their life mission

Accepting an invitation in a twisted game of hate

I bare the scars for each strike I took on your soulless flesh

Now here I stand able to see with my washed hands

Weep not for me but for those that do not bleed