Creature of Malice

The poem speaks for itself

Brown turned to blue
Lured by the securities
Of a full heart
A fork in the road ahead
Left is redemption
Right is condemnation
How can they bare
To stare at the
Monster before them
Disguising itself as a
Well intensioned soul
But it's just as disgusting as
All the others before it
Perhaps it's not even aware
Of it's malice or self
Loathing and destructive lust
A pure villain
Waiting to engulf this blind
Sheep this beautiful
Innocent soul, undiscerning the
Chaos that stands before it
Will it witness this orgy of deterioration
Or will it take wing and flee
Ascending into euphoria