You know I am Dark?

I reply to him by looking in the mirror.

I see his vain face looking at my a*s and sizing me up and down.

Fool I think as I stare into my own eyes. You have no idea.

The horror of my real true self I could show you.

My knives and hooks are hidden from the mirror view 

You silly boy, you can never read me.

I smile as I turn slow from the mirror.

His eyes slide from my a*s and hips.

He meets my face.

He looks at the hooks and blades in my hands.

Read me now?

*** This poem is a reply or review to another person's writing. We write what we will. All interpret what they read.

Reviews

[Neville]

Dark in deed, very dark indeed..... Neville

[DarkArtz 0703]

I like it.. interesting read

[Jade]

I like this it is quite interesting and intriguing