There it is.
Staring back at me from my desktop.
Peering into my very soul,
I try to look away, but it won't stop.
It won't go away.
My ears are ringing.
Today's the day
the demon's singing.
I have to answer.
I knew it would come.
The curtain to my dancer.
What has this become?
I lift it and look,
it stares back.
My bright outlook
corrupted, black.
I press the button,
my day I forgo,
my final word
"Hello"