Artificial in nature.
Humanities failure.
Yet authority's savior.
This murky-dark stranger.
  
The black pearl watches me, faintly
  
I find it hard to bare.
That he was always there.
In the corner, computer, or chair.
Nobody can avoid his ruthless glare.  
  
The black pearl watches me, patiently.
  
I have something to say.
Must he always rue the day?
Can he not see our dismay?
Is there another way?  
  
Nay.
  
Because this black pearl is still recording me.
Embezzling my privacy.
Working so quickly and silently.
Until finally, our emotions were gone entirely.  
  
The black pearl is the camera who watches me,  
  
blatantly.