No clue,
Not one hint,
They can't see that it's wrong,
They can't see the evil,
The pain and destruction,
They did not see it rise,
Nor know its demise,
Clean lines,
Much like my own,
Carving neatly into skin,
And deeper,
Cutting it out of me,
Stopping this evil from spreading,
It's back,
It was always going to come back,
But I didn't want to believe,
They showed me the next day,
What they had carved from me,
I winced,
The same way they thought I would,
Or should,
But in truth,
All I felt was relief,
Because that one piece of evil was gone,
Only to be replaced with this...