"mirror mirror on the wall, tell no more lies of who we are."
mirror
when you look in the mirror
what do you see?
do you see fate lurking in the background
like i do
do you see the sightless sound
like i do
Do you see your reflection endlessly
Like i do
it is a pity they don't care for you
but then, they play a game of solitude.
your tears evoke laughter
your cries evoke mirth
this is their kingdom come
ruled by lies, sin, greed and lust.
but what do you know
what does anyone know
we're all overpowered by our own sorrow
and what are we then,
what other than the living dead;
our voices are whispers, afraid to be heard
our hearts are stone, afraid to yearn
our lips are ice, afraid to kiss
our minds are hollow, afraid to miss.
and we are mere shadows of ourselves,
fated to live in this disguised hell
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poezja"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
