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

Mocking me.

Dark matter

with and under perfection

Illusion of particles that mean none

Creation in the making,

Molecules of suspension

holding me in place

My galaxy,

my black hole,

my space.

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?

#MirrorMirror