Innocent Monster

How many of us blame something, someone else...what if the mask we wear each day was the innocent victim, and the real you was the truly evil monster...after all, it was the real you that forced the mask to be there, in the first place...

In yon' chilly lake of liquid, thrilled pool of shadowed light;
overlapping folds concealed, stars reflected bright.
Forget them not, the silv'ry disk and pricks beaming
upon this hov'rying darkness I am yet dreaming.

From the vision played inside my mind
came a penetration unearthly in sound and sight.
A monster from fluid blue brink drawn
lingered momentarily, wailing his woeful song:

"Wretch, am I called!"..."wretch, wretch" echoed his whispered wind.
"My blackened form against dusk you judge, but I've not sinned.
Plead my case, I would, but none believe what they fear.
I am naught but your unrevealed held near," he whispered with a tear.

Then vanishing 'neath crystal spray spattered,
leaving silence where he once soundlessly gathered.
Therein, once again, lay bruised crystal still,
merely reflection, once more, where witnessed was, one thought filth.

Part 2

Eye of gold flung every shattered fragment
across the rotted flesh of night stagnant.
The morning bathed in clinging tendrils of dew
cleansing and illuminating the day anew.

Safety softly sings a song-filled harmony,
lulling fragile flowers in peace deceptively.
An image rises, wat'ry statue perches
where preceding night, our eyes, for him, did searches.

Droplets fall away, waves regain their flat perfection;
their form tranquil, subdued - fake, an imitation.
His voice, hoarse like a storm, or splintered wood;
needles of painful emotion - misjudged, misunderstood.

"Here me, listen, hidden beneath this deep facade,
I am you, night or day, I am you, deny it not!"
Screaming, face contorted "reveal me, never more secret!
'Neath all was me - innocent, yet grimed by evil you trusted."

Author's Note

Suggestions? I find it choppy and incomplete, personally...