The Old Mirror Reflected More Than I Was Able To See
I wrote this many years ago:
You are the mirror that
reminds me this is reality
and I don't like it!
I'll crack you so the reflection is distorted.
Memory of how I was and you still are.
I'll kill you!
Words I speak are not true because
it's too late but you...you are not real.
You can't be!
We both were supposed to have died long ago.
Pariah, Messiah, Missing Link?
Whatever you are, where ever you are,
manifestations of us are there too.
You lucky *&^%$;
ace up your sleeve.
and know that I'm coming.
Vessels both are we.