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.