As I read through the mysteries
And the sense of mythical terror
My pupil widens, when suddenly
The page unfolds, matrix error
The lights, slightly flicker
And I feel those scary chills
The goosebumps popping
And a hallucination, of blood spills
The writings on the article,
Would rearrange somehow
Living me terrified, and thus
Confusing me with the then--and now
Wondering if it may be contagious
Or I may be just overthinking
But alone in this marooned house
I just keep sinking
Shaking off the delusional mirage
I finally find, myself safe at task
But then who am I and who is that, I --
That is wearing my shadow mask
Who is real? O' this is not true
If she is me, then where am I?
Who is she? Just like me
But her, everything seems a lie
Am I stuck in an invisible world,
****** in, a whirlpool of images
There seems no way out
My mind amplifying on edges
A hologram perhaps an illusion
Sapping my memories into the new me
A robotic machine or a demon
I don't know, who holds the key
Everything I see, is a reflection
Of me and my life, present and past
Nothing makes sense at all
Just, my name was,
read out,
last!
©sim
I had mixed feelings while writing this poetic fiction story.