To be reminded of your demon every time you look in a mirror…..
An appearance of normality concealing, in all but the ghosts cavernous orbs from which the world is viewed in all its false glory
A shadow taking eclipsing form to wholly consume what remains a physical presence, or what excuse pretends to be
There is more haunting vision in a mere word from the shadow, bueaty pricked from the threads of a hangman’s rope
The form that fakes an illusive quality of humanity, a mere front to placate the moronic horde
Says the demon, who I fear is more a truthful reflection than the original that stares….