Face

This is a face lost in time and space.
A face captured in lines and shapes.
Blended in the motions of the cosmic race.
Painted in styles that change us apes.

A mirror into the forsaken soul.
Evil staring back remaining cold.
A disguise of an innocent mole.
The one inside that is so old.

Believe me now when I say
that this gentle face so passive and cool
is going to make someone pay.
For this face is the Devil's tool.

So tonight when you fall to sleep
don't worry your head one little bit.
For your soul this face will keep
as your throat she will silently slit.