Utter hatred in his frozen eyes.
His voice, a deathly calm,
Comes from hell.
It conveys power to hurt,
With a single word.
Cruelty holds him captive,
Demon eyes rip apart your soul.
That voice, tears you down,
All you can do is cower,
Without a single hope of defense,
Caving into the hideous caverns,
Of his devil's power, those eyes...
That voice...
Spoiler
I'm not sure what to think about this...it's written about a very mean person, who fits this poem perfectly. 
