Man of Many Faces

And a man of many tastes.

It was a nice Friday night,
Going out for dinner
Catching a movie or two,
Sitting under the street lamp smoking cigarettes
But it was something that you said
That killed the mood
I had thought you to be different
Some other breed of creature, apart from the rest
But you're just the same,
Blind and ignorant
To animals like me
You see the facade
The mask plastered on to make sure
Everything seems alright
You see the little notions and gestures -
The flowers and the chocolates -
That are meant for you to lower your guard
There is nothing to fear, dear,
You feel the arms around you as we dance
Comforting, aren't they?
The determination and ethic to work hard
And care for us sure seems nice -
But like every girl cycled through,
You don't see the knives in my smiles,
Or the ones at your neck,
You're ignorant of the hands clamped around
Your throat, as you slowly, slowly suffocate
Even still,
You don't see the man of many faces revealed,
Finally, completely,
In my eyes as a I kill you.

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

Interesting.

[Xanthous Crow]

I believe people have many faces. And I also believe you see who people really are in times of great distress, particularly death or something of the sort. There are brutal people out there and then there are their apologists. I wanted to convey that in a poem.... but it may be that I'm crazy and wrote a poem on my own sick feeling.

[Pi Cee]

You are most definitely not crazy.