Through the looking glass
Was my opposite
Tears fell upon stained reflection
Fingers touched that space,
A veil between
Shimmering,
Reflected,
Cold,
Echoed movements near the touch
But as one wiped
The other to there mouth,
Licked and smiled at the reflection,
As tears fell, like on a still pond
Rippling,
The other slightly distorted
Loving the misery,
That it caused to its other self,
There were two but only one,
A soul trapped behind the glass
The other
Hollow,
Void,
Desolate,
Of Emotion, it had no pity
Remorse was never felt,
It liked the pain of others, sat back and watched,
But most of all it looked upon itself,
Torturing the shadow in the mirror
A soul trapped between light and darkness
The world and the reflection in reverse.