When your left becomes right,
and your right becomes left.
That's where you'll find yourself.
Not that fake little show, all
prettied up for the masses.
Stripped bare to be seen, through
the skin, muscle, tissue, and bone.
That all seeing eye staring back
at you through the mirror.
That's where you'll see yourself.
All those sins you made shining
through like a beacon on your soul.
There will be no saving grace,
there has never been a savior for you.
You wish there would be something
left to take you in after you've
run your course. That darkness
that's there when your eyes close
and blot out the light has nothing
on the truth.
Even a hell or a hell made in the
heavens would be preferred.
You can see the skin peel away,
piece by piece, revealing the beating
veins or wires as you'd prefer.
Resting your head against that cool,
hard surface. All things are blurred
but so amazingly clear at such close
proximities. That wavering line between
the real and the world so many cling to.
One can so easily laugh at how pitiful
people are, and so easily forget their
own faults. You can laugh at those
zombies and their faith, but find you're
living a life so empty and untrusting.
Sitting alone, at home, sneering at
the visages of those you despise
for their shortcomings.
Just one step out of your preferred
den, will lead you to another room.
With that all seeing eye, reflecting
another haggard face. But only one.
Only one face, laughing away at the
sheep which flock together.
Superior in the knowledge of stupidity,
and so well versed in the knowledge of
loneliness.
Only one face staring back, alone,
and blinking away the tears.
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