Complacent Equals Malice

Even though thine mouth saith different, 
Even though thou doth deny it… thee dost love the feeling, 
When thy hand incurs pain or destruction
Through malice, complacent shalt be acquired…
Why dost thee deny it?
T’is proclaimed by the blood upon thine hands,
By the smile on thy face, and the look of pleasure in thine eye…


Pleading for thine normality,
Thou doth deny thine most regular nature…
Malice procures complacent,
Why is it that when thou hearest me say these words
Thee dost cringe and slink away in denial?
When thou doth see the life drain from thy victim,
Complacent implies malice…
When thou doth hear that scream for mercy…the shriek of pain,
Complacent implies malice…
No matter how much thee dost deny it, 
It lives
No matter how well thou doth hide it,
It thrives…
Complacent implies malice.