Callous (revised)

Your hair is black like onyx
Your eyes shine with dark intent
You obscure yourself in twilight
Cloaked in shadows deep and low
You walk a tightrope of emotion
Concealed behind a facade of apathy
Bending at only your own will
Though you hold a vast beauty
Behind eyes of midnight
Your web of lies and deceit
Is both intricate and delicate
In silent noise you hide you
Slow smile and quick wit
Inside you hold an inferno
With a distant cold exterior