Today, he kept on looking at the mirror
Staring at an image haunched in habitual dolor.
"Who am i?"
...he whispers,
staring deep into the dark pigments of his eyes.
At this time, flashes begin
with the horrors of a soul squashed in the
pallors of self-ruin
Fragments of a life that have eaten its own sin.
Digested and filled,
With the crumbles of pity and its din,
glitching of reckless redemption.
He has seen this image before
A déjà vu from the fifth dimension of time
Creeping into his world of reality.
That defines fear as the presence of an entity
beyond the walls of his imagination.
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15 Jan 2016
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