The Creeper

Just past reflections.

I wear black to be hidden from your site,

Not to be found and remain out of sight.

My truths half ridden, a riddle of course,

Making you need the truth in me in force.

Been kicked and shattered so many times,

That now I write in riddles and in rhymes

To know my heart is going to be a chore,

Because of the damage and lies I have bore.

I will had where you can not see the real,

Afraid you are not truthful in your appeal.

Tell you truths but you only want the lies,

I see your thoughts looking in your eyes.

You're out for deceit and just another fling,

Just another lover you can happily sting.

Your time is coming as the darkness falls,

But I won't be the only one walking the halls...