I have have been molded
Into something
I don't recognize anymore
The mirror shows a monster
With eyes as black as its heart
With a soul so dim it's only noticeable
When all light is gone
That thing in the mirror
Fees no shame
Spills blood like water
It is not me
But it is
it has my face
My body
My hands
Moves like me
But it can kill faster
Eliminates the target
Before I could ever scream
Before I could say no
It is not me
Yet everytime I look in the mirror
All I see is the destruction
I have left in my wake
And the desire to do more
YOU ARE READING
Smoke Colored Bench
Poesiaits not about what you can see, its about what you can't ~ cover made by me ~
