The Tale of Two-Faced Mike

Come here kiddo, listen, or don't.
I don't much like to gloat.
But I've done great things you see.
I've freed many people, many, but he.
It was he you see, the one I wanted to be.

A knife was all it took; I snatched his face like a naughty little crook!
I walked through town, people watched and stared
Police sirens, oh heavens they blared.
They took me in chains, I stomped, and I screamed "It's just not fair!"

It was in the home you see, I did many great deeds.
I became not one, not two, but three!
The men called it: "A homicidal case of MPD."
I was never quite sure who I wanted to be.
Surely, no one there, so I had to run, I had to flee.

I wandered the streets, hungering for more.
My luxurious lust was more than my family could afford.
So I was abandoned, left only to the company of my own.
My animalistic senses, I was forced to hone

I found ecstasy in each new appearance I found
I was free, no face for me to be bound!
I could literally be "who I wanted to be."
The shudders of others made me giggle with glee.

No longer, am I to be controlled.
My compassion for the ones around me has been marginally lowed.
My name is Mike, but fear not friend! No need to hide.
No need to hide, until you've died.

Young one, when you sleep tonight.
Keep your mind clear of fright.
I'll slide through your window, silent as a mouse.
Or, maybe I'll enter through the front door of your large or small house!

One thing is certain, upon your face, my knife will rest.
I'll be clean, I'll do my best!
But, either way I'll wear you like my mask.
And continue on with this daunting task.

Maybe one day I'll figure out how I want to look.
You think you are safe, but I'm afraid your fate, you have mistook.
I believe that you are the new face I've found.
So whatever you do, do not, turn around.

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Credited to JesseDarby

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