How the mirror broke me
Slumber eludes me
Repudiates me like a bored suitor
Long lost are effervescent days
And a friable heart.
Books, parchment, pen
And a boisterous conscience
Friendly voices turned condescending
Torture me to pen down my being.
No-
I will not comply!
To petty, petty gossip
“Mirror mirror on the wall,
Do you see life in these eyes at all?”
Emptiness, eloquent
Embarassed, economical
Disapproval hung heavy in the air
A poor, poor masquerade.
A crumbling fool looks back at me
Begging for a drug that makes you dream
Skeptic yet adherant, there was
A momentary flicker of hope…
But!
“Blow out the candle that still burns
Let the darkness devour your soul”
No-
I will not comply
Yet the voices tempt me so!
An enormous desire to plunge in
Leave me mortified
As my gullible mind reaches for the ink
Casting a shadow on the parchment…
I submit, abused
A rogue they made of me
Prisoner of my own being, I
I draw the blood of my veins.