We live within a world full of glass.
Where light and sight
are strayed when they pass...
The things we see;
monsters that loom...
Twisted creatures all around me.
Razor shards sting;
gashes with each step.
Screams from the people ring.
through the pieces lives the demons face.
A terrible, ungodly sight.
Yet, it took me to a familiar place.
Just then became plain to see
the closer I came to the shard.
This is a world of mirrors
The creature is me.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
We live within a world full of glass.
Where light and sight
are strayed when they pass...
The things we see;
monsters that loom...
Twisted creatures all around me.
Razor shards sting;
gashes with each step.
Screams from the people ring.
through the pieces lives the demons face.
A terrible, ungodly sight.
Yet, it took me to a familiar place.
Just then became plain to see
the closer I came to the shard.
This is a world of mirrors
The creature is me.
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