A Mirror's Lie

May 10, 2010
By , Paris, France
Afraid of his reflection
He shatters the glass
When deceiving mirrors
Grandly expect his face

Scared of a representation
He glares at his bloody fist
And tastes the harmful poison
To remind him of the reasons

Each tint reflected too plainly
Cuts through his skin slowly
To massacre his immaculate skin

Hands which have permitted him wonders
Now pathetically remain tortured by his sides
As rouged bruises disappear yet disable them





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