The man in front of me reeks of
cologne
I inhale pleasurably
I chuckle as he shifts in comfortably
He's aware of my presence
The voices tell me so
They told me to befriend him
But sinister thoughts sink in
It's there fault
All this havoc
They beckon the awful desire
The hope to make others skin crawl
Why don't they see their own ruin
They try and set me right
Instead I'm sent astray
He senses me.
I feel it.