Mirrors, Mirrors on the Wall

Inside these arms is a life pumping liquid

That is no one else’s but mine

And I wish upon the stars that she cries that dancing with Satan is almost like dying
Teacher, Preacher tell me what these words from ancient languages mean

And how they have any sort of connection to me

I’m reaching out and grasping at rocks to climb this cliff

But every so often I find that my memory clicks and all of life and categories clumps together

So I let go and feel the wind catch me in its graceful arms

And I drop in an ocean like a drop in a puddle

Redeemed, Complete, Limp

To die; to sleep; no more

I am the violence that this world has befriended

Knock, knock, knocking at the door. Twist the bronze handle and swing life open.

I’ve become so afraid of what’s happening out there that I’ve locked myself in this cage for days on end.

Stockholm syndrome, I’ve fallen even more in love with myself

This world is but a stage, but it is all mine

You are but a character inside of my mind, crafted from impressions upon impressions upon reflections

Like mirrors I trust everything I put in front of you because through your eyes I can see me

I trust that everything in front of me isn’t going to rebuke me and shatter my fragile figure

I can finally breathe knowing that this stairway leads to nowhere and I’ll be spinning in circles endlessly

It would make so much more sense to me if I realized my entire plan was a fake

I’ve consumed so much that its time that I reciprocate

Fractions of fractions help me relate this to myself again

I’ve lost the leash I once had on this faith and the chain is leaving a bruised stain on my neck

I will hang here for days until someone discovers this door hasn’t been opened in weeks

And the stench from that room smells a lot like death

“Cut him down! Oh you of worthless faith! Resurrect his god and add a few more titles to help him survive in the world a little bit longer!”

This system is just another machine that pulls me down and picks me up

As long as I am here, I am worthless

So I sink back with that machete in hand and work my way to the chambers of Kings

I’m going to assassinate my idols in front of the masses to release the prisoners from the island of dreams