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….
Nerves twisted in an array of directions,
Words stolen,
Plagiarised from those of saner mind,
Perpetual larceny,
A lie I live within,
Like the flesh that covers my rotten frame,
A plague I call life,
A life where my hands are those of a coward,
My suicide impossible,
A memory,
A dream,
A lie,
That’s what he made me,
That’s why I fought back,
I would by die as easily as he wished,
As he wrote me to,
I will be the survivor,
And he will be the victim…
A victimless crime is mine,
A mirror smashed in a thousand pieces,
A withered reflection cast asunder,
Images lost,
Images found,
A soulless monster wanting my sin,
But my sin is not mine,
My sin is his,
Did I earn his place by stealing it from him,
Or did he give it to me willingly as he knew what was to come from tomorrow,
Nothing is as it seems,
For his image am I created in,
My life,
My eyes,
Are not his..
I’m finding myself stuck on the wrong side of the mirror,
Slowly becoming the reflection,
Slowly losing control,
A character built from my imagination is coming to life,
Purging all I’ve ever been,
Turning it into lies,
I can see it crumbling before me,
As his tales shape,
Twisting the very arms of reality to his whim,
All while the wicked beast watches on,
Biding its time,
Slowly growing closer,
Stealing my everything,
Stealing his all,
So it can become!
Hidden,
Waiting to re-emerge,
My moment in the sunlight is far from undone,
My story is not finished,
The darkness of his soul may have swallowed me within his lies,
But I am still alive,
A heart beats beneath my chest,
Though it may not be mine,
It beats none the less,
Tomorrow is mine for the taking,
Yesterday will be rewritten to my shape,
My past will be his,
And his,
Will be undone….
He saw me,
He gave me life again,
And now as he sleeps,
I run free,
Locked in an endless nightmare,
Persuade by all those imaginary things,
Reimagined time and time again.
Until even I lost count of who I was,
Or what my role was,
I know the beasts role is defined by the infinite,
But my role,
My part in all these stories,
What am I to be,
The hero?
The villain?
The Betrayer?
It must be one,
Or all,
Or could it be none?
I caught his reflection in my mirror today,
The other me,
The one without the eyes,
He smiled,
It was a sad smile,
He’s getting closer,
Day by day,
I can feel him reaching out to me,
He wants what I once wanted,
To be the one in control,
I’ve squandered it,
I should’ve killed them instead of buried them,
My past,
My selves,
My sanity and dismay,
I saw my reflection today,
It was there in the background,
Slowly getting closer,
Slowly breaking through…
⅄on ɯɐʎ sǝpɐʇǝ ɯǝ ʍᴉʇɥ ʎonɹ pɹnƃs’
qnʇ I sʇᴉll lᴉʌǝ ɥǝɹǝ qǝuǝɐʇɥ ʎonɹ sʞᴉu’
Mɐᴉʇᴉuƃ ɟoɹ ʇɥǝ pɐʎ ʍɥǝu ʎon ƃᴉʌǝ ᴉu ʇo ɯǝ’
Mɥǝu ʎon sʇod ɥᴉpᴉuƃ ɟɹoɯ ʍɥo ʎon ɹǝɐllʎ ɐɹǝ’
Mɥǝu ʎon ɐɔʞuoʍlǝpƃǝ ɯǝ’
So lᴉǝ ʇo ʎonɹsǝlɟ’
┴ɥᴉuʞ ɯǝ qnʇ ɐ pɹǝɐɯ’
┴ɥᴉuʞ ɯǝ qnʇ ʎonɹ slǝǝd pǝdɹᴉʌǝp ɯᴉup dlɐʎᴉuƃ ʇɹᴉɔʞs ou ʎon’
Ⅎoɹ ʍɥǝu ʎon ɟᴉuɐllʎ ɹǝɐlᴉsǝ ʇɥǝ ʇɹnʇɥ’
Mɥǝu ʎon ɟᴉuɐllʎ odǝu ʎonɹs ǝʎǝs ʇo ʇɥǝ lɐup ʇɥɐʇ ᴉs lɐᴉp onʇ qǝɟoɹǝ ʎon’
Iʇ ʍᴉll qǝ ʇoo lɐʇǝ’
Ⅎoɹ ʍɥǝu ʇɥɐʇ ʇᴉɯǝ ɔoɯǝs ɟɐʇɥǝɹ’
I ʍᴉll ɥɐʌǝ ʍou¡
Scattered wisdom escapes me,
Sinister thoughts plague my mind,
The great deceiver,
The wicked sin,
The forgotten son,
A darkness brought upon us all by one,
A story so simple,
A lie told in two folds of time,
Gather my victims,
Tell them who live and dies,
Suffocate their light with my other,
Allow me a moment,
Allow its words in,
And share your fear…..
Fingernails scratching inside my head,
A million voices screaming,
My sanity slipping,
A vision of madness have I become,
Slowly drowning in my own self,
A reimagined image,
A newly drawn form,
A monster standing over me,
A boy at my feet,
The man I thought I was lost between the cries of my others,
Can you feel my words betraying us all?
Can you see the sky splitting open as my ending is rewritten again…
The silence once mattered,
When the silence was silent,
That was until it began,
Until it came,
The thing that birthed its way into this world through my imagination,
A thing that was always there,
Hiding inside all I was,
A monster,
A creature spawned from my darkest dreams,
A vulture picking at the flesh between my toes,
Sanity calls my name,
As the end begins….
Stars begin to burn the closer it comes being the only one left inside this broken shell,
My habitual self loathing designed itself into something almost real,
A smile wider than the rays of the dawning sun,
It’s eyes like pools of oil and as vast as a billion galaxies or more,
It’s immeasurable size towers over everything I ever was of could have been,
The beast,
My darkness,
My shadow,
My child,
My self,
Don’t you hear it?
In the silence,
Over and over it says it,
Over and over again,
Listen…..
Can’t you hear it?
It’s calling to you,
But don’t answer,
Don’t ask its name,
For once you hear it,
You’ll never be free…..
Of The Roundhead!
Regurgitate who I am with compared to who I have become,
A shadow of them ahead was never meant to be,
Silhouette in the foreground,
Masks over our faces,
We fondled keys in the bowl hoping to capture each other’s,
A secretive affair hidden within our own lies,
Simplistic but complicated,
If a mirror was taken to our world we would recognise it for our lies have twisted our reality into a vision that does not exist,
So take my hand and face this ending,
Dance the dance of suplification,
Remind the cells of a lost hope,
Dance until the cinder block fall off this world,
Dance until the dead drag us home,
Dance until…
See through my lies,
Know me for the face that truly hides,
For skin deep is only an expression,
Used to ridicule ones self,
A twisted montage of nothingness,
A barrier held up by invisible hands,
Blinding all to purity,
Fathom the bizarre,
Persecute the fickle,
My lies are nothing compared to your malcontent,
So fantasise about me,
Wish I was something you could own,
Something you could control,
But know that I am nothing you would ever want to know inside and out,
For what hides beneath,
Will feast upon your soul….
With a hand on the heart as it beats it last I rescinded my words through the movements I have made in life,
Taking back that what I had given and opened my eyes anew to the world before me,
It may have been a wicked temptress that drove me to this place,
But it was not the owner of my sins created with the hands that spread themselves in front of me,
For they were mine and mine alone,
But the time it took for me to see thy fact,
Bore madness with it,
I succumbed to a fools lie which was my own somehow,
Twisted into an image that I did not recognise,
A shadow of another time,
Of another me,
Of the beast that hides beneath my flesh with its wickedly toothy smile…
Suffer within the seclusion,
Dispose of the obsession,
Bury it deep,
Underneath lies,
Hypnotic regurgitation,
Spew forth the fables of false promises,
Reminded the hypocrites of their past judgments,
For within their words utter past tense,
Hides the shovel of today,
Into the flesh like dirt,
Time and time again with vigorous angst,
Core the apple and wash the maggots free,
Venomous words uttered by thee,
A pantheon of wisdom,
An ending which is not,
But also not a beginning,
For this cannot….
A grand design within a fickle plan,
While blood flows beneath me that’s not mine,
During a moment in time that was not mine to choose,
For you pushed the beast that hides inside of me,
The twisted mess of my own creation,
So cry where ever you’ve ended up,
Mourn whoever you could’ve been,
For now your name escapes me,
Although eyes don’t deceive me,
I see shadows around me,
As the world swallows down,
A fickle plan lost within a grander design,
Words twisted into weapons,
Deception given into delight,
I never saw the intention even though I indented the fight,
Flaccid impurities recognised me as its saviour,
And I flayed the flesh from my own self in the gratification of depravity…
Clawing at my eyes with finger nails that have already collected fleas that is not mine,
Attempting to rid myself of that which has betrayed my sense of self,
Beckoning that which has twisted my already disconnected mind into a tighter ball,
A feel the knife cut into my feet as I balance on this razors edge,
Struggling to find a definitive place in this world to call mine,
While this voice inside me that grows louder all the time,
Promises a becoming that I cannot fathom,
Even as I write into existence it’s every move…
I’m woken,
I’m awake,
I see all things for what they truly are,
Lies that I once thought were true,
Now present themselves in a new light,
I’m a new way,
Erasing parts of myself,
Erasing things I thought were mine,
This place,
Their faces,
My happiness,
Replacing it all with a bitter fact,
A twisted smile that’s cut into her pale face,
Her empty eyes with their endless stare,
Her words more like riddles than sentences,
These things,
These facts,
Her words,
Are something I’ve seen, heard and felt before,
It’s coming,
As is my end…
Madness carves it’s crooked name across my life,
Touching everything I’ve ever been,
Everyone I never could be,
The lies I wished were me,
Sadness calls in the darkness while I sleep,
Promising me a place to curl up and be complete,
It promises me everything,
It promises me safety beneath my skin,
Faltering and falling beneath my own self,
A ruling hand of insanity owned by no other,
A face underneath my own that I don’t know,
A paranoia that won’t quit,
An emptiness that can’t be filled,
Another me,
Hiding,
Twisting,
Deceiving,
It promises me everything I’ve ever wanted,
It shows me the me I pretend to be,
It shows me the never was,
The never will be,
The man in the mirror who’s not me..