When I turn Evil

When I turn evil things come into a sequence, a sequence of chaos. Random asks for an answer. A response to my feelings. When I turn evil there's no one else in this world and no one can take me out of it. When I turn evil there's only me hiding inside my brains and behaving out of my guts. When I turn evil morality is just an optic whose feeding light can be diffracted into a billion points of view, though only mine will suffice. When I turn evil coincidence doesn't exist, fate takes its place and its signs appear as frequently as I decide. Interpretation has no scale, only a judge. When I turn evil there's a hidden fact: I am hurt. When I turn evil I'm an essence, I'm an idea, I'm a spirit and an energy. When I turn evil death will not stop me and it will certainly not save you.