Enemies that lurk under the hood of smiles,

inkling that twist in the grey mile,

shifting to every character,

faceless names that leave a mark,

conquered by the light of face,

but hammering with a dark mace,

companions wrung clean linen in outside waters,

but bloody in inside quarters,

bodies that bring a hug to your defense 's crack,

to watch it fall to a lack.

I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this.
This poem felt so bad.
Anyway, I actually haven't written a poem in a while. I've just been copying and rewriting from my saved poems from months ago.
So, what would you all have me write?