What truly makes an evil mind,
bereft of all empathy, filled with violent thought,
and can such a mind in reason be swayed,
from all that endless dark tirade of hurt?
Missing those doubts and qualms of thought,
when intention set for death or hurt,
and bliss is found in expression, release,
happiness lost in a world repressed by pain.
We should never understand,
for if we did, that pain would be ours,
and evil reigns in minds removed from love,
morality a word not understood at all.
And evil is without regret,
just a motion of need, a releasing address to a feeling,
that haunts a mind so shallow of life,
instincts that drive are simple and born of strife.
Evil can in no way be changed,
beaten yes, but to its own nature stay,
their joy a causing of pain, destruction their ploy,
and to that end they commit, all else superfluous.
When love cannot exist,
darkness forms an abyss, a void of humanity,
and those of evil abide this dark life,
sustaining self and their odious needs adrift.
Evil is yet another beast,
not human, not animal, but half way between,
need, compulsion and expression,
their own way of addressing life.
Tony DeLorger © 2016