I’m a ghost
as I wander around the house
you see me when you look in the mirror
I am the ghost of your past
the mirror knows me through and through
precisely why it doesn’t reflect you
It doesn’t know you
it has prejudices now
it knows the hand that had slithered down its body and slyly smiled
it knows the reflection that had carved itself
it knows designed perfection.
Now
you decay in a sea with similar fish
you were hit by a wave that you never saw coming
a storm that brought you down
on footsteps
leading to entropy
and you tumbled
down.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
I’m a ghost
as I wander around the house
you see me when you look in the mirror
I am the ghost of your past
the mirror knows me through and through
precisely why it doesn’t reflect you
It doesn’t know you
it has prejudices now
it knows the hand that had slithered down its body and slyly smiled
it knows the reflection that had carved itself
it knows designed perfection.
Now
you decay in a sea with similar fish
you were hit by a wave that you never saw coming
a storm that brought you down
on footsteps
leading to entropy
and you tumbled
down.
