mirror
And now...
I feel like I'm held inside a mirror,
Framed in an old picture
Like a phantasmagoric figure.
There's no turning back,
There's no moving on.
Memories in reverse extort my soul
When I look at the mirror
And I've lost my self-control.
At this point hallucination takes over,
Time and again used as a cover.
I see reflections of a hidden moon
Lying in the pale shed of light.
Arising after the night,
The shadows now dance in disguise
Wandering around till the sunrise.
I know it won't be over soon
And just maybe I'll regret it,
Nevertheless I can't forget it.
Gasping for my share of air,
Stabbed and bleeding in despair,
Crying before your very eyes,
I'm fading to where your memory lies.
Stuck in the mirror,
Framed in a picture.
March 28, 2000 by Magda H.
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