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Dark Reflection
It is not the dark souls that burst free from the abyss
that evoke fear...it is the dark souls that break free from the abyss...
and walk silently....among us [i]Dr. Loomis
[/i]
I... have blinked...
and somehow...
too many years have rolled by
as I... look at my anxious reflection
in this mirror.
Un recognizable.... I have decided
this reflection of me has become.
As I see angst,
where laughter lines
Once resided...
I see anger...
where love once lived.
No longer.. the girlish smile
Or soft expression on my face
Now replaced... with this...
Lost... sense of self
Too many memories...
reminding me, how far away
from goodness I've gone,
As my eyes bely... my sins
When...
did I start letting so much darkness in?
Was it my despair... or depression...
was it my envy of others at times...
As I see my internal debauchery...
I become painfully ....aware of my crimes
I... having never been an Angel
witness this metamorphosis of my soul
where warm light used to dwell...
I now...only seem to feel the cold.
heat.. seems only to reach me
when I let my anger swell...
Or Perhaps...
I am closer than I thought...
to the scorching flames...
Of Hell
that evoke fear...it is the dark souls that break free from the abyss...
and walk silently....among us [i]Dr. Loomis
[/i]
I... have blinked...
and somehow...
too many years have rolled by
as I... look at my anxious reflection
in this mirror.
Un recognizable.... I have decided
this reflection of me has become.
As I see angst,
where laughter lines
Once resided...
I see anger...
where love once lived.
No longer.. the girlish smile
Or soft expression on my face
Now replaced... with this...
Lost... sense of self
Too many memories...
reminding me, how far away
from goodness I've gone,
As my eyes bely... my sins
When...
did I start letting so much darkness in?
Was it my despair... or depression...
was it my envy of others at times...
As I see my internal debauchery...
I become painfully ....aware of my crimes
I... having never been an Angel
witness this metamorphosis of my soul
where warm light used to dwell...
I now...only seem to feel the cold.
heat.. seems only to reach me
when I let my anger swell...
Or Perhaps...
I am closer than I thought...
to the scorching flames...
Of Hell
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