Mirror, o' mirror
Clung upon my wall.
Reveal unto me Life
Or, blessed Death shall befall!
A Frankenstein of thought
Molded by the Divine.
A Mad hatters’ noxious creation,
Strangulated by the hands of Time.
Gaze deeply into my eyes
For nihility can be seen within.
Perpetual judgment embeds like scarabs
Burrowing into my patch-worked skin.
No heart to beat, or soul to bear
Jus’ hidden ruptures of missing bone.
Disinterred and clogged with bottled emotion;
Isn’t my body quite cleverly sewn!?
Shall I become an amputee?
A cadaver for the living
To rive open the stitches
That seam my well-being!?!
Just take a whiff of my rotting flesh;
Here, have yourself a peek!
My maggoty intestines do have a scrumptious story to dish!
Feast upon my reek!!
You are turning putrid green I can see!
Has Leprosy yet flaked away your eyes?!
Show my internal bleeding of which you have caused!
Or can you not stomach your own lies?!
No matter the motions I stir,
Maybe it’s just a reflection not of me...
Did that thought ever occur?
Upon the Looking Mirror
I see my altered image.
Myself, unrecognizable, to all
Entranced in a harrowing grimace.
Lost upon a dreary road
I search for my true reflection.
Boundless speculation will clearly be shown,
In my Sauntering transgression of misconception.