Silently Evil

Dark in his prison cell,
Pipes freeze, crack,
Drip...drip...drip...

The outside world so close yet so far away,
He sits sketching,
Pencil stroking the wax paper.

Eight years he has been down there,
Paying for unspeakable crimes,
They do not have a name for what he is.

Crazy?;never,
Criminally Insane?; maybe,
Evil?; through and through.

Night falls, lights go out,
His maroon eyes pierce the dark,
He lies awake.

Dark in his dungeon,
Silence all around,
Drip...drip...drip...