I hate mirrors.

I cannot longer find pleasure

staring at my own reflection.

There are times that I won't quit

staring at it for too long;

a very long lasting moment

withoutpausenorcause

that bends my will,

that forces me to think to myself:

"Look at him and look at you".

As if by staring at the replicated image

would allow for me

to develop its understanding;

"Look at the faces of the thes...

I started out with many,

people said; I wish I would've believed.

A mouth spoke, it said:

"days go by, but yours are many".

Then lost all of them, but one;

when I got carried away:

That day I found a man out in the city,

he spoke to me in prose, I heard;

his skin was black like wrapped in night,

I saw, he showed me,

he skipped that part; said I forgot,

I couldn't prove;

then bargained for li...

I tried to say farewell,

but I didn't speak his language.

I searched for ways to say 'don't leave',

but I didn't speak his language.

I browsed the world; its lands and seas

to web with lies the truths I hid.

Then hid my tongue behind my teeth,

and said I got no tongue

but showed my teeth;

he saw I lied, but didn't know

there was a tongue, he didn't see

a trail of lies I web and hid,

a trail of...