“nice to meet you” is it really though? a hint of leering with a heartless glow. “heard a lot about you” from a couple of friends, what i hope i’ll never hear again. your touch is coarse, no sign of remorse. you leave them completely hollow. they’re all scared and ill-prepared to deal with what follows. “i’ll see you around then” but that’s not true. you’re so empty, i can see through. you can’t convey, you’ll start to decay when they hear what i’m about to say. truth is i’ve known this for a while. intent’s hidden behind your smile. your predatory intent, can’t count how much time you spent disingenuously claiming that you have just been framed. you have a way with getting away, but don’t you fret. all of your plans will go awry. i hope to god you’re petrified. i hope you burn much worse than what you left inside her mind. you will be held accountable for your actions this time. your eyes lack depth and life. maybe, for once, you’ll feel confined. maybe we’ll see it haunt you if somehow the stars align. alas, the way you’re built suggests you cannot fathom guilt. it eats your prey alive and somehow, you’re still deprived. maybe that’s what takes its place. at least i have your face, your name, your everything, but it’ll never be enough. how many trials will it take to call every bluff? there’s so many of you.