Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Nothingness surrounds my being
emptiness evolves around my sphere
More than one hundred years of solitude
breaking my spiritless soul
Crushing my need of love
with and under perfection
Illusion of particles that mean none
Creation in the making,
Molecules of suspension
holding me in place
my black hole,
The wretched place of everything
Pulsating through my purple veins,
stroking the red of my heart
and growing into a black oblivion
that creeps in and crawls into my mind
and spills out through my deep blue eyes
I am... am I not ?
Am I ?
Who am I, do you know ?
What does the mirror really show?