Enemy

I heard, "You are going to be judged".

Fear engulfed on my face

Just as the sun does on solar eclipse

By

Killing the light

And

Sparking a black desire from the burned out wood.

I asked, "Who's the judge?"

With a sculptured culprit mind,

With an intention to mold and map the face

Just as, the sun sets calling the moon on

With the light nobody can see

And

Watch the shadow.

I asked, "Where does my opponent live?"

With a masked evil mind to kill the voice that arose

Washing the hands with black blood

That will leave the scars until its dusted.

In the end,

I asked, "Who's my opponent?"

He replied, "He doesn't exist. He is just your inner truth."