Mirrors

Day in and day out, it haunts me,

The ever-so vivid screams,

Glass screeches, the lunatic laugh of people,

Whom I don't know, waiting to be freed.

I sleep while arms crawl around me,

Choking my every breath, killing me within,

Their whispers, like souls,

screaming to be let free.

I watch myself in the mirrors of misfortune,

Each day, a new guise, a new entity

Craving the reflection that taunts me,

Coveting the essence I cannot grasp.

I am driven to become the visage in the mirror,

The embodiment I desperately seek.

Beyond mere desire, it's a necessity,

A ruthless pursuit to merge with my reflection.

Like Leviathan, I lurk, an obscured serpent,

Devouring the love I hold dear,

To fill the void, to become more, to be more,

Quenching a hunger that knows no bounds.

Within the mirrors, I am a prisoner

Waiting to be freed once more,

Seated in my workshop of envy and greed,

Twisted smiles and fragile masks,

They bleed in agony, wishing to be released.

I watch their pitiful struggle,

Their screams dying out,

as my haunting reflection taunts me,

With whispers of dark truths.