I am not the replica of everything you've desired,
a venom of disguised poison forever watering your fire.
A taste of my tongue would destroy all conspire,
but the feeling overpowering a sensation leaving you wired.
The reflection I'm shown is more than you perceive,
feeling of a 0 dimensional vision, it's nothing I'm drawn out to be.
A fake, is the definition and what I solemnly swear I'll proceed,
as the time slows down my words begin speed.
One day, maybe, there will be remnants for my kind,
positions for the nothingness set up to be left behind.
Statues of our hearts contents slowly begin to entwine,
my real name never spoken, it would be to harsh for the mind.
Wow that was a unique poem, it seemed like such an enigma. i thought you had a truly strong start and finish. I could picture this poem in my head as i read along, nice work maybe u can read one of mine.