25 July 2012
Sadder but wiser.
Clocks ticking seconds away.
Eating the day away.
Hiding behind these walls.
Your past ghosts, your downfall.
Listen closely, as the screams still echo down the halls.
Too tired to stay awake.
Eyes beginning to drift asleep.
Imagination takes its leap.
In the middle of the mist I stand.
Looking out into dreamland.
The Sandman, with a touch of his hand, sprinkling his sand.
Only seconds ticked away.
But I've already dreamt of several days.
Somehow stuck in a pattern of ways.
Failing to understand, I lower my hands.
Realizing there is no bad man.
Being chased by your imagination.
Sudden realization.
Dreams skipping, a vulture spreading its wings, what does this all mean?
Standing face to face in the mist.
Staring myself down, holding a hitlist.
Circling each other.
Not trusting one another.
I'm unpredictable.
Who are you?
Enraged, eyes piercing, standing alone in the mist.
Nightmares kissing my lips.
Turning, appearing into a dark room.
A light dim in the corner, facing myself again.
The mirror staring back.
I strike my hand to the glass.
Hands mangled and bloody, the mirror cracked.
Stepping back with a sadistic laugh.
Who are you?
Haunting my dreams?
I'm you..
I always have been the entire time.
Who knew, next on the hitlist.
You.
Mirror Of Time • Opuss № I