No Conscience

He had never developed a conscience. Everything he saw belonged to him It was his right to take For he had been unlucky and deprived Whatever he could get He deserved And double He had the appearance of an angel Clear blue eyes like the ocean Beautiful wavy sunlit hair, that sparkled A jaw that yelled her innocence Before he reached you He was trusted easily In most gatherings Personable to the maximum degree Pretending to be lovely, Using all the right words Endearing people right and left He had a gift We readily ushered him into our family Expecting the best, and getting it at first. By the time he cut off our arms and ate our heads We were too infatuated with him to notice. Until we did…