A reflection is a mirror

Where we can see

What is being shown,

                         However, it is not 

                         a true image,

                         as it is backwards.

Meaning that thought must

Consider what is true.

                        And how it can 

                        be changed 

                        To see improvements in

                        The future 

I am not all as I seem.

                            No, you are worse, 

                            A fool’s heart

                            Of golden gleam.

Only the truth, I speak,

In whispered words,

Of forest creak.

                                  If that is the truth,

                                  then what is pain?

                                  Speak not of the 

                                  better,

                                  When it is for 

                                  Your own gain.

Blasphemous,

You know nought of pain,

Only of the rain.

                               I know more than 

                               you think,

                               Alas, you know not

                               of the forgotten,

                               Only of pompous 

                               wink.

Rain is simple water,

Yet it drips and it pours,

A cacophony of silver slaughter.

                                 Have you lost 

                                 your mind?

                                 You have taken 

                                 the light of victory,

                                 Working the wearer  

                                 against the grind-

Work is all they will ever know

To sow, grow and reap

The reward of toil will surely show.

                               Can’t you see  

                               the opulent pearls,

                               That are bravely 

                               held behind 

                               thin veils,

                               Begging to be 

                               hurled?

Oh, trust me I do see,

But I choose to ignore

Those beads threatening to spill into a sea.

                           How can you  

                           choose to 

                           ignore?

                           What have they 

                           Ever done to you?

                           Tell me that! 

                            I implore.

I am the darkness to your light

I was forced to reside within

This mind of tangled fright.

                            You are the 

                            one casting 

                            images and thoughts

                            Of destructive power

                            A perfect storm for a 

                            single cause.

Despite it all you try to free them

Why can’t you let me have this soul?

To write to death, to condemn.

                                 Condemn them…

                                 No, surely not-

I wish to have my desire sated

They are already crumbling

And see how they are hated.

                         You callous fool!

                         There is no way 

                          for you to be exorcised 

                          Perhaps I should   

                          gather tools.

Tools?

                      Tools to allow me 

                       to live alongside,

                       The demon summoned 

                       from abuse 

                       and isolation,

                       Together we can find a    

                       way to reside,

                       In a strange symbiosis.

Remember

To live in the shadows…

                              Is a blessing 

                              and a curse.





                  I know.