Staring at its pale face

I cannot help but begin to ponder

Why does this thing follow me?

Tailing me, wherever I go

I turn around to find another

Staring, not keeping its eyes off of mine

I turn my head, back and forth

Viewing each of the faces

One dressed in a brilliant white

The other dressed in a morbid black

I step aside

And watch the two figures

Stare coldly at each other.

Soulless, emotionless

I find myself begin to smirk

The laughter rises

I find myself hysterically laughing at them

As my maniacal sound quells,

I too stare at them.

Still smirking.

For they are nothing

Without each other.