Melancholy sits waiting
She tries to hide it with
the promise of sex
        painted in red on her lips
It follows her back into
        dark secret places
places where no one is looking
no piece is to be found
        Inside
Entropy  resting on her throne
fingers long and white
               claw and scrape
At walls that aren't
dark monster lurks behind
I saw its face
Its face was my own
my own face
black veiled pale
the monster slips out unseen
Stalking the unknown victim
Shredding souls for her pleasure
feeding on the pain of others
     to hide her own pain
        Inside
because it is young does not mean
        it is innocent