When i look in the mirror
I don't see me.
Will it ever be me?
I wonder who the
Distorted figure is
Thats gawking back at me.
As tears roll down the
Distortion in the mirror
I can taste the salty metallic on my lips,
But there is no way
The thing in the mirror is
The same thing emitting
The tears that are frequently
Suppling my liquidity fears
On my torn t-shirt collar.
Watching the distortion
In the mirror mocking my
Rhythm of dripping emotions.
I've dreamn't of the day when i look in
The mirror,
And instead of seeing
The distortion that follows me,
I see a butterfly emerging
From it's catacomb,
Wings spreading wide,
Colors exploding.
But now instead of seeing
My dream,
I see that distortion
Once again,
And see myself
Slamming fist against
The mirror, shattering glass
Hangs in the air,
Tell a silent disturbance
Slams the jagged pieces back in my face,
And as a warm red film
Blurs my vision,
I see the distortion stepping
From the boundaries of the
Spectral world we look into,
And saunter my way,
It steps up to me,
As i stare at it,
It stares back at me,
No emotion exerting from it,
Iam frozen in my fear,
To scared to say a thing
Or to make a sudden move,
Tell finally the distortion
Looks into the distance and takes
A step into me,
Walks right through and
Disappeared,
Standing there alone,
A burning forming in my skin
Pulls me back to reality.
I head to the mirror,
Look into my frozen eyes.
Realizing the distortion is finaly gone
And there reflects my dream of
A butterfly of exploding colors
