Just like a dog, he ran with his tail between his legs. Relitive of satan, with those lying brown eyes. A pool of disgust when his promises went unforfilled. Which wasnt unusal in his case. Then I'd turn the other cheek in spite of the warnings left by the others he had scorned. Praying that the next word from his mouth would more than just yet another lie in disguise.

Just like a theif he'd sleep with his wallet closed. Afraid that his cover would be exposed from beneath that shallow hole he tries to call a soul.
Just one destruction after another. Full of excuses when he weilded his blade. No source of remorse for the mistakes he made.