Look in to the mirror
Only a little light is lost
But that light isn't lost
It's caged, imprisoned
Sandwiched between
The silver and glass
It claws out, etching
Long black scratches
On a mirror walled
Never moved, hanging
In the dark, late at night
A thump, dark noises
Under the bed, the closet
Behind the closed door
It's not all in your mind
It's that bit of light
Turned insane, trapped
So long in the abyss
That, I see as I gaze
That not light staring
Back at me
A pool of not darkness
Ethereal flesh, claws
Of light, scratching
Like a chalkboard
But on glass
That noise in the night
Reaching from the glass
Out, against the wall
It makes sense, of a sort
To reach out, break the glass
But the wall, it stops
Leaving only a scratch
Only, of course,
During the day
Dust of a hundred mirrors
Not reflecting night
Bumps and thumps
Slamming shut
And jumping
You from bed
But the light is trapped
Imprisoned, locked in
To a flesh not its own
Testing, flexing it's taloned hands
Grasping, lingering
On a silvered surface
Screams caught
Etched on the surface
Of our minds
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
Look in to the mirror
Only a little light is lost
But that light isn't lost
It's caged, imprisoned
Sandwiched between
The silver and glass
It claws out, etching
Long black scratches
On a mirror walled
Never moved, hanging
In the dark, late at night
A thump, dark noises
Under the bed, the closet
Behind the closed door
It's not all in your mind
It's that bit of light
Turned insane, trapped
So long in the abyss
That, I see as I gaze
That not light staring
Back at me
A pool of not darkness
Ethereal flesh, claws
Of light, scratching
Like a chalkboard
But on glass
That noise in the night
Reaching from the glass
Out, against the wall
It makes sense, of a sort
To reach out, break the glass
But the wall, it stops
Leaving only a scratch
Only, of course,
During the day
Dust of a hundred mirrors
Not reflecting night
Bumps and thumps
Slamming shut
And jumping
You from bed
But the light is trapped
Imprisoned, locked in
To a flesh not its own
Testing, flexing it's taloned hands
Grasping, lingering
On a silvered surface
Screams caught
Etched on the surface
Of our minds
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