Morbid and Eerie

Evil is sucking the happiness from someone.

Black and lifeless, they lie as you shift their soul into unrest.

Numb and silenced, it is eerie at best.

Evil is seeing the empty gaze pass on an eerie, foggy morning and the shivers rollling up your spine.

When their mouth opens and out shoots the morbid dialect of a insensible sheep.

A sheep shaven and herded into the arms of his lion, mouth open as he devours the sheep whole. That is evil taking a toll.