The Other Side Of The Looking Glass Is Not Home – Wrapped In Words

Wisdom forgotten in the bowels of hell,

Sinister demise of what was mine,

Stolen by a false idol,

A mirror image distorted by my own imagination,

My hand now feels the glass as it layers before me,

Cutting off what was,

Replacing my life with one I had created,

My everything rewritten,

My life turned into the strokes of a pen,

And the beast,

The beast I birthed into this imaginary world now hungers behind me,

For I smell its putrid breath as it wafts over me….

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