I am a mirror man because I am not me, nor am I who you to believe. Those reflections you see of me are misleading renditions that seek to define me. The individual inside is growing with knowledge fueled through rage. My counterpart seeks to indulge in my wrath being taken in by the man who prowls after me day in and day out awaiting my down fall so that he may rob me of my treasures that lay hidden within my soul. Foolish is the bastard and feeble his mind must be, for my treasures surely will die with me as the last breath releases its touch from my lips.
With only one life to live, my beginning was a fade due to Satan’s will to fuck someone’s life up. He’s the definition of a true Bitch, definition and origin granted to him the day his mind committed suicide. Unique I am now…the truth: I was touched, someone pure and innocent touched by the corruption of the world. Still good though I am; I bare the scars like the warrior of some tribal community. I am.
A Warrior.
Some like me, some despise me, and others could care less. Left up to those who love me, they say that I am special- special because I am unique and unique because I am special. An unclear understanding is what accompanies me as I set off to find happiness and my other half.
I am fearless to this world and its Monsters… need I remind you that I bare the scars of a warrior inflicted upon me by the true Bitch of this world. I walk tall and strong, but I am trapped, I am human, and I am hurting. Darkness and sadness trail me on this troublesome journey. I turn left, then right, then left again to try to shake them and in front of me staring me in the eyes is the door to deaths’ house.
I close my eyes and do what I do best: Dream
I dream of peace, love and friendship. My hearts’ 3 most desired things in life. I feel the wind on my skin and it speaks to me saying “Wake my son”
I open my eyes and there I am, lying in a field of green pastures beside the still waters.
I drink….
Footsteps off in the distance…
My heart starts to pound…
I am beyond scared, for this time I just may be--..SWOOSH!
Anxiety fills my lungs
I can’t breath
I feel her breath upon me and my shirt is ripped off
I hear another’s voice saying “pierce his heart, and this time don’t miss”
I turn to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s too late…
I am lying on my back in bed half naked, soak and wet from sweat.
Annoyed from the Loud BUZZING noise coming from my alarm, I snatch it out the wall and throw it across the room…
Weird: I remember falling asleep with a shirt on….
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