There's an evil possession brewing beneath,

lacking eyes shorn sheen,

hiding in a faint wait of a bitter treat;

Given generous Idly tastes,

speaks tongues compounded of colorful baste,

under bound tamed reflates;

Awaken voracities,

terrors spattering skin of profanities,

he takes breath in striking vanities;

Remains constant,

a second cognizant,

some days I'm within his debt,

sauntering inside formed steps;

See.... he offers reusable vice,

more eras of handful than one should strive,

as when mangled hearts pour glaciered ice,

strength endangered in wailing hope dried,

spare feeling darker times;

Yet –

Sorry to weave regret,

this inner ominous choral carries even unimaginable opaquer sets;

Nifty to bare suspicions sewn,

do not empower a voice that is not of your own,

best if all revolved interests distill water for him to be grown.