A/N: The poem I made entitled "Why", because that was the rule.
But then, I thought about him, the first time I'd met him, and how I wanted to utter these words for I was slowly captivated by his strange aura and his melancholy world.
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Why
i.
If you're the beast who wants nothing but isolation,
And push everyone's heart into its limitation,
Who loves bestowing a sinister stare and evil grins,
Then why does your heart desire for a simple thing?
ii.
If you're the devil who puts everyone in danger,
And utters daunting words and let loose your anger,
Who loves giving hopelessness and depression,
Then why does your soul veils beneath a pale illusion?
iii.
If you're the appalling one who makes everyone suffers,
And acts like guiltless and you don't even bother,
Who takes a glimpse on a face of mourns and fears,
But why does your eyes piercing an invincible tear?
iv.
If you're the dark angel who takes inequitable judgment,
And wondering if revenge is a superior punishment,
Who keeps on thinking if God is really that divine,
Then why does your faith keeps on running out of time?
v.
If you're mean like what they've seen through their eyes,
Who will do no good until you'll lose your life and die
Then why are you here in the dark silently crying?
Why can you still feel these yawning agonies and endless pains?
