Reflection

Tis a little known fact about the truth in our lies that we are our own creators in this manifestation of our hollow cries.
Clinically dead is the life of the love I spread, for I have aimed at nothing and I have never missed.
Tis a lonely reminder that I am forever gagged n bound in the hellish depths of this.
No exit nor out, there is no turning your back on this demon in creation. For it is with a heavy hand I must hold this burdain in my soul.
Now you can plead and scream but your heart will never again be whole, as at wait far beyond our fate is an evil of the darkness truly driven by hate.
A tormentation from your very own shadow, who in trust only the devil knows.
Please god lay down your protection. For I only wish to smile at my own reflection....