The face of evil

She opens her eyes one fateful night, and sees it
The black empty orbs that appeared to be his eyes
But they were normal earlier that day, how could that be just a guise
The soulless things staring at her cant be his, they cant be
“How could he be doing this how could he.”

The face that leers at her is no longer his, “this isn’t real”
This expressionless thing is emotionless, devoid. “doesn’t he feel”
The black eyes stare at her endlessly, see into her ,through her , disregard her
The emptiness in that face is terrifying, the evil in the eyes paralyzing
“why is this happening, do something, say something”

His face had character earlier, was alive
The thing looking at her now is dead.