His slippers still in the corner,
           I wear them sometimes
scuffing along.

I'll fill these empty shoes  
                              one day,
           making you proud.

I opened a **** bank,
      but I'm the only
one depositing in..

Any one got a wet wipe
                

                   Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaagss……..

I never withdrawing that deposit...

Weaved darkly within the veins of
the page,
          the ink bleed when
I read you
the last breath before papercutting
                    the last words from your


windpipe...
    
the ink just bleed on the page, smudging
          your last meaningful words.

Sorry I should have really removed
        my hand so you could scream..

But silence is bliss
and I you were a bleeder..
                 I had to wash you off me....

And that was a lot of soap...

I asked him to ring my bell,
    dude couldn't even ring the
right spot.....


Tried knocking but I kicked
                          him from the door.
Thought he'd have a good time.  
           But he came a knocking
and he'll have to try a new bell...

But I don't think that any one will
                                 answer his lost call.

I'll have to answer my own call,
     no batteries needed to answer
                  this call..

No need to call up no fool that
        cant answer a simple call...

I'm relaxed, no need to ring me,
                                    till I've woken up..

She never cared what I pulled up in,
                we ad a date, 911..
on the side of our ride.

We were late blue lights
             shining bright like her eyes.

Getting  there on time, left the blue
    shining after we left,.
      Temporarily leaving the cam on..


Smile ******* this is us,
                  eyes and a  camo only seen :)

               But underneath
we smiling,
                        catch us if you can,


prints wiped..

                   Were not a bonny & clide,
The new generation,
tip-toing on the lines that blur
                                    
                                            with everyday.

I don't have a car but I'll pick you up,
            it doesn't  matter if your down,

I'll always pick you up.

            Turning that frown from


a negative to a flashing,
            whoops we have to ditch

                     before were arrested lol.

In this place where we lived there were
no doors, every room had a mirror.
            A reflection of what was, is.

And each was unique to the observation
that was seen beyond the tinted
                                            frame of creation.

                  Some places were, could be,
not a complete reflection of what was
contorted and beyond the conciseness
                                           of tangibility.

For some places were either hairline fractured,
on purpose or by mistake, most of these had
                                                                ­ warnings.
            
                         "REALITY DERUTCARF RETNE TON OD,

All who entered these were doing so at there
                                         own health and life..

Some did it for the buzz,  some weren't lucky..
         The Mirror Collective,
that's a posh word for reflective reconstitutes.

Ladies and gents that fixed the flaws,
                         fragmented reflections that
could lead to either two version of reality..

An obituary of an abattoir,  
where the breaks even though hairline
were like papercuts on the flesh.
                   And where they stood is where
the pieces collected upon each other..

Some rooms were purposely fractured,
           for those who broke the rules
were kept in shard rooms..
     These were places where others of less
reputable reflections were kept.


                             Solitary confinement,
there was just a jagged piece of mirror left,
enough space for a paper plate to be left.
Once there sentence was completed  
           The mirror collective would be called
to reconstitute the whole mirror..

If they were of sound constitution, not mad...
          
Then they were reintegrated in to the society..
                                  What they didn't realise is
the lights of different frequencies
were purposely shone within there room.
            Nearly all were unseen to the eye,
but were used to program them,
sublimely to have a more compatible persona.  

Me I wants like those others, my reflection was
                  always polished. I would enter
a reflection and be the person who'd stepped
through a moment before.

We were a society mirrored on the refection
that everything was meant to be perfect.

         But what we didn't realise that
every refection is distorted no matter how
                              perfect we think it is.

And the perfection we looked upon,
             was cracked beyond our contemplation.
We were just slaves to the mirror of our own
                                                                ­              egos..



But what ever you do don't look at the refection
staring behind you,
                        you looked....

                                                     ­          I'm sorry.....