"Now tell me, what do you see?"
"It's dark... I'm scared."
"Now now, don't be afraid...
Just breathe,
Now. Tell me...
What do you see?"
If one knew the secrets behind the door,
Would you lead them to the truth?
Or would that be misleading,
Tell me, that,
This is not what I'm believing,
"I see... a mirror."
"Good, good... Now, what do you see in that mirror."
It was strange, the way I looked in the mirror,
It was like... I wasn't even there,
With nothing behind me,
There was a clock,
With a quick glance,
The bell struck,
And by chance,
It was the strangest time to ring,
I looked back and saw nothing,
And just like before,
Nothing ahead of me,
Nothing behind me,
I was alone,
"I don't see anything."
"Clear your mind, and think about something that'll make you happy."
As it dripped down from my face,
I couldn't help but gasp for air,
For the room was encased in blood,
There were no bodies,
No remains,
As I looked for someone,
At least somebody around me,
It was the thought that still remained,
At this point, no words came out,
I wanted nothing more than to shout,
But what was even worse was,
There's was no longer a voice in my mouth,
"What makes you happy...son.
Son! Wake up!"
"Just breathe,
Now. Tell me....
What do you see?"
Back again, and there was this mirror,
But then again it couldn't be any clearer,
Except this time it was behind me,
In front of me was the clock,
And with a quick glance,
The bell struck,
It was 6,
And by chance,
It was the strangest time to ring,
For behind me,
The mirror began a faint ring,
My reflection was still facing towards the clock,
But in front of myself,
Blood dripped down one's face,
And the room started to encase in blood,
I was in that room,
And the last thing I remember,
When I was in that room,
The clock simply read,
3:14
This one has a little twist to it. Interpret it however you want but the story goes like this.
I am sitting with a therapist who is trying to understand what goes on okay my life, but before I know it, his hypnosis puts me in a coma and I slowly die in my sleep. Because I usually don't sleep. I find 3:14 a very interesting time. So whether the session was suppose to be an early morning or afternoon thing. It's crazy how time was still ticking even though it stopped within reflections. Hence how life lives in dimensions. Hope you enjoy!
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Jevon Cuthbert