the evil soul of his

i'm not the one that wrote this poem , it's written by one of my dearest friends who would like to be called "the last line"

- his name you won't care about at all
what i'm talking about is that evil soul
talking about the rules of his game
where people's destruction is it's name
if you don't know the rules,you have no right to play
my advice is to leave as there's no place for fools to stay
he seems sweet the first time
his words are poems with the sweetest rhymes

- by time the poison flows slowly to your heart
you think it is the end but torture is the start
his words breaking your dignity and pride
and that sarcastic look in his eyes , he can not hide

- if you are bleeding and pain is what you feel
he will try to stab you , never help ypur wound to heal
although you will shout for help and scream more and more
thinking he will have mercy on you , your screams he will ignore

- he tells , you are the sweetest friend
but take care as misery will be your end
why does he hurt me this way , yourself you ask
the answer is that destroying you is his task


- still you think this is not his realself
ypu try to get closer , but take care of yourself
as days will pass , you feel you are changed
as a beautiful picture with mud is stained


- soon you won't love anyone and yourself you'll hate
you will try to return but no escape from fate
so if i were you , i'd run far far away
forget something , he's not one ,
they are increasing everyday!!