Second Look
The darkness here surrounds me.
It envelopes my every whim,
but through black I see a figure;
it looks very meed and slim.
I get closer to make out the image,
and as I approach the sillhouette,
I become very nervous and afraid.
My body begins to sweat.
For this figure at which I gaze
seems no more than a child,
but I see lies, cruelty, and hatred through his mask,
and I find none of these to be mild.
His mask is plastic to hide his emotions,
so nobody can see
the hideous sins in his life
are only the beginning.
And as I steal another look
at this child that's like the devil,
I realize that I'm staring at a mirror,
and my malevolence is at an equal level.
