Demise

I’m the shadow in the darkness,

That ruthlessly yearns for your

Demise

I work cunningly; but callously.

Gritting my teeth at signs of elation,

Because: the joy

 Scares me- should I grasp my torch?

And shine destruction upon your utopia.

Maybe I should- because I the decrepit

Finds your happiness repulsive-

The intense darkness;

You may hear subtle cries

As a merciless loner plans your demise