How to be A Creep

As thoughts burn in my head.
I wonder what creeps are made up of…

An unnerving pervert whose
Selfish rants ramble on.

A scourge of all dreams;
Who flourishes from our pain.

A soul whose ugliness builds within
The walls of his bleeding heart.

Owner of roving eyes
And ambiguous stares.

Nefarious lunatics with scandalous
Mendacious lips and clenched teeth.

I am still wondering
Whether the creeps deserve to be loved…

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