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…