my shadows are singing
my demons are screaming
the mirrors are laughing.
why are my shadows threatening
to drown me in darkness
while humming my favorite song?
why are my demons screeching
for the worse and saying
my tongue is theirs?
why is the laughter of the mirrors
growing louder as my reflection
is stained with tears?
my pool of water became
the dark ink of my blood.
and drops bleed into my horrid world.
nothing pure and white
belongs in my galaxy,
whether it is
a flake of snow
or a delicate dove.
my shadows send me to rest,
my demons send me my rights,
my mirrors send me to reality.
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Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Poetrywhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
