Author's Note: This is about the Pariston is Sheila theory.
With eyes opaquely dark and two-faced heart,
I stumble from one tragedy to yet
Another family that's torn apart
By boundaries dividing life and death.
I hunt as Dino Hunter did before
For meaning to sustain a gray morale,
With any allies made discarded for
My game as damages collateral.
I see a sparkling-suited man upon
A passing glance at mirrors warped and tall;
The child with rat-infested home is gone,
Replaced by Rodent Zodiac who wins all.
This urge to jeopardize all that I love
Is the sole mask that fits me like a glove.