There is something about Him.
Maybe it’s His eyes; those endless deep pools
that hold the secrets of His past and
the lurking darkness of His future.
He is different.
He never laughs. But he does smile.
The corners of his lips curl up
into a slight, barely noticeable tilt.
He likes to read autobiographies.
Something to do with reality and
liking how people think in different ways.
He enjoys the dark.
no light to guide,
simply the dark.
Infinite destruction is brought upon those who gaze into His soulless eyes.
Who is He?