I Always Recognize the Teeth of a Wolf

He has the kind of evil inside that every woman wants They follow him as if he is candy; a pied piper of sweet he is anything but, so I guess this is what attracts them I am an empath; being so, I can see through his purple heart. Not the kind the brave acquire, rather the kind evil ones are born with. His aura is murky and muddy, the darkest gray. The others flock to him, sheep to the slaughter. I do not warn them. This is their destiny, their life path. I thank God that this time around it is not mine. He used to try to get me to believe in him. Transmogrifying himself in tiny ways, to fool me. I always recognize the teeth of a wolf.