• Strangling our essences
    Giving to hatred
    Truth betold
    This mirror tells a tale of a beast
    No not man, a beast
    He scares himself, hands painted with molasses
    Staring into eyes staring back at him
    A grim figure
    A cold creature
    A malevolent stare
    Standing back, to grasp the understanding
    Of the corpse behind and infront
    Lieing down, awake of his actions
    Belittling already what was once before
    Accepting all that is
    While flies and silence are his only witness

    Love is faint, but a dream
    For dreams that spiral in disarray
    In contempt for a past killed and left desecrated
    Shines not hope
    But fear
    And mortality