Jeremy Rachels
New member
tell me what you think, i really don't like it and don't know have to tell her how. She has like 5,000 more.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
What is that creature
staring back
from the mirror
with the black rimmed eyes
that hold no life
and bright red lips
that look too cold to be kissed?
What are those red and white marks
sliding up and down it's arms like
the bangles of a demon?
Could those be the same
cuts and scars
that I made with any sharp edge I could find?
How can anything
look so withdrawn
and put away?
I feel floodgates on the inside
but the creature just
stares an icy stare
holding no spark of
emotion
I think of him
holding me close when I'm
scared
comforting me
loving me
but this gruesome thing
cannot have ever felt love
It has that look
of being purely alone
and besides
who could love such a
monster?
I see
Beauty
and the
Beast
in a single image
a single reflection
my reflection
my mirror
my heart
If you broke through the skin
like I do
you'd see the duality
that occupies the
hollow, dark space inside
A black and white photograph
of life and death
hopes and fears
love and hate
ecstacy and depression
A tiny tear
that sparkles in the light
So is that creature in the mirror
is it me?
A contrast so clear to me
and so unnoticeable to others
The cold, uncaring, strong barrier
holding in a broken and alone
interior?
Would you break down the wall
or leave it up,
leaving me alone
in my never ending battle
with the creature
in the mirror?
yes i also thnk it is quite... strange but i'm just one person
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
What is that creature
staring back
from the mirror
with the black rimmed eyes
that hold no life
and bright red lips
that look too cold to be kissed?
What are those red and white marks
sliding up and down it's arms like
the bangles of a demon?
Could those be the same
cuts and scars
that I made with any sharp edge I could find?
How can anything
look so withdrawn
and put away?
I feel floodgates on the inside
but the creature just
stares an icy stare
holding no spark of
emotion
I think of him
holding me close when I'm
scared
comforting me
loving me
but this gruesome thing
cannot have ever felt love
It has that look
of being purely alone
and besides
who could love such a
monster?
I see
Beauty
and the
Beast
in a single image
a single reflection
my reflection
my mirror
my heart
If you broke through the skin
like I do
you'd see the duality
that occupies the
hollow, dark space inside
A black and white photograph
of life and death
hopes and fears
love and hate
ecstacy and depression
A tiny tear
that sparkles in the light
So is that creature in the mirror
is it me?
A contrast so clear to me
and so unnoticeable to others
The cold, uncaring, strong barrier
holding in a broken and alone
interior?
Would you break down the wall
or leave it up,
leaving me alone
in my never ending battle
with the creature
in the mirror?
yes i also thnk it is quite... strange but i'm just one person