by joetwo

You hear my soft-spoken words and friendly manner

Reading the script of no harm

Of a party you must check out

Of how you are in need and I am just the knight in armour to save you

Your naiveté and innocence wants to take me at face value

But your inner sense

The wisdom inherited from ancestral survival

Looks into my eyes

Therein you see the true me

The predator, sizing his prey

Waiting for your guard to go down, to safely strike

A master at manipulation, I play all the cards I can

But my eyes cannot lie

There you see my true intentions

For even the most callous give small mercies to their victims

There you see your warning to escape