New kinds of evil

Dripping out of 

My skin

Seeping out of 

My pores 

Are you threatening 

Me 

Am I intimidated by 

You 

Do you think

Your age and 

Your

(Lack)

Of experience 

Can get close 

To me 

Can make me 

Lose 

Sleep

Make me 

Sweat 

Oh

You don’t know 

Me at 

All

You

Misjudged 

The rage 

You failed to 

See

When you pointed

Your finger

Which prodded

At 

Thin air

There are

Ten people 

Bigger and 

Meaner 

Than me

Standing right 

In front 

Of my shoulder 

 

But you see

I don’t need

Them 

I am 

Your dreams 

And your 

Nightmares

And I have 

Time 

And patience 

And most 

Of all

I am

Not

Scared of 

The

Lies 

You put before me 

As a wall

As a blanket 

As a line 

Of fire 

Which once I 

Stepped through 

And didn’t burn 

How sure 

Are you 

Of your daemons 

Because 

They hover 

Just above the 

Place 

You choose

Not to 

See

And they 

Are waiting 

And have 

All

The 

Time 

In

The 

World