Man of Shadows
In the streets I dare not go,
In the thoughts I dare not think,
He lurks in the corners with his shadow.
Invisible in the night
And nonexistent in the day,
He cowers in the rays of light.
In the slightest shimmer of the moon,
I see his features
Clear as noon.
His pupils are black with lies.
His irises are blue with false purity
And with every blink, he mutes the cries.
What does he feel?
What does he think?
What makes me believe he's even real?
Like a shooting star in the blanker of night he sleeps under,
He disappears
But gives me eyes to think and wonder.
In the thoughts I dare not think,
He lurks in the corners with his shadow.
Invisible in the night
And nonexistent in the day,
He cowers in the rays of light.
In the slightest shimmer of the moon,
I see his features
Clear as noon.
His pupils are black with lies.
His irises are blue with false purity
And with every blink, he mutes the cries.
What does he feel?
What does he think?
What makes me believe he's even real?
Like a shooting star in the blanker of night he sleeps under,
He disappears
But gives me eyes to think and wonder.
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I do apologize with the titles when I write about this man. I always relate him to the night and darkness and all the titles seem to sound thee same. If you have a better title for the poem, please tell me and I'll consider it :)