Watch, sit, wait. Desperate ravens and mice scratching at your doors. Never mind paying attention to them, never mind what anyone is going to tell you. They are oxymorons living in the flesh. Doctors that heal you only so they can punch more venom into your soul.
But now what will they have left? The only bit of being that you see in that reflection of the mirror is just that, a reflection. Those lie. There is nothing more than memories and memoirs and songs and thoughts because that all you personally are.
The ravens and mice see you as meat. Lunch. Money. Now you look in that defaced mirror and what do you see? An object. You are no longer a mere thought but you have been put into the flesh. Scary, isn't it?
Now believe me when I say that those ravens and mice will forever stand at that door and you can forever stand infant of the blackened, defaced mirror. Can you change back to that thought? that mere image of a child that was always protected?
No. You are now lunch to the ravens, toys for the mice. The things we can do to stop it is to stop existing. Thats what plenty of us do. We decide to take a noose, put it on our fragile necks and give it a tug,
A single tug. Thats all it takes. It sounds so easy doesn't it? To kill the ravens and mice and to disappear. You think you have regained your thoughts and your songs but instead you have merely disappeared all together. Not a thought, not a body, but a forgotten soul.
Now it seems to me that you were looking in this mirror the whole time, so tell me, who tells more lies? The mirror or what you chose to happen?
YOU ARE READING
Make it all stop.
Thơ caA collection of poems. All written by me. Variety spreads :))
