The One True Dave

I am the shiver from out of nowhere.

I am the lurking fear in the darkness.

I am the rage in the child’s eye and the mindless appetite of a rabid dog.

I hide behind every curtain.

I sleep in your hat.

I hang off the end of every pen and watch in the gaze of a cat.

I am green as a jealous neighbor and black as the coldest revenge.

I see you every morning and I see you late at night.

I am your wandering eye and the eyes that watch you hidden.

I am your unshaped fear and your reckless abandon.

I am your awaiting downfall and your greatest weapon.

I see all things through a Machiavellian lens:

Your enemies, your allies, your gentle beginnings and your violent ends.

I am the clammy touch.

I am the play that is too rough.

I am a bad stench that lingers no matter how hard you scrub.

I am your weakness put to the test.

I am the acid in the face of a lover.

I am the will behind the pull of a trigger.

I grow when people try to stamp me out.

I hide in the daylight and smile as I rob you blind.

I look you in the eye as I lie.

I am older than the world and born anew each day.

My incarnations boast a vast array.

I am pure appetite without thought of consequence.

I am ignorance of suffering by choice.

I am media that is all medium and no message.

I am sheer naked aggression disguised as good business practice.

I am the grey day when you just can’t get warm.

I am the bump in the night.

I am your sense something is not quite right.

I am black.

I see red.

I am…

Evil.

Copyright 2024, David Owen