Demonic Heart

He had a kind soul wrapped around his demonic heart. Murder and madness tried to poke through, but it was suffucated by light of his soul. Every now and then a piece would get through: anger, jealousy, greed; but it was always well contained. He hid it from the world, and hid it well. No man nor woman could have ever known how truly dangerous his heart was. The shadows of his life whispered in his ear, but he cast them aside. His demons sat in the background, as he held the door open for a lady. They cackled as he said please and thank you. His soul longed to do good, but his heart ached for chaos and descruction. These were the troubles of his life, unknown to those around him. A kind soul wrapped around his demonic heart, who knows what would happen if his soul was undone.