The Daemon

I look at the madman the demon through the mirror

Frightening soothing calm and rageful

Is he the devil's advocate or the Devil himself?

One thing is for sure

He isn't me

He smiles the smile of fury every time I look

He laughs the laughter of death every time I listen

He dances the dance of regret every time I care to look

And

He sings the song of sadness every time I care to listen

The daemon in a suit who quietly watches me