Baphomet.

For now shall I gaze upon the blessed cross
And in that time, it is where I shall not only become what I hate,
But what you, and your apathy have created.
I am not evil, nor am I demon,
I am the underlying purpose of your goodwill
I am the fist you raise, when your cheek is not turned
I am every syllable from your blasphemies.
I am everywhere,
I am no one, I am nothing.

All colors are masqueraders,
incognito, and in disguise
my particular hue, is that of envy,
and the same that's in her eyes.

Hinged lips in open doorways; subsequently blistered with goodbyes.