I hide between layers of darkness and grime
The soot-black air rasping through my lungs
among the smoke and ash
There I find my home
If there were a breeze
to cleanse away the pollution in my mind
oh, what relief would be had
and perhaps I would be saved
I lay my rags upon the ground
and sink my face, guilt and shame
into the grit and dirt below me
as the wind howls over my bones
There is no saving or comfort
for the likes such as I
who perish in the storm whipping up
My shadow is all that remains of me.
I see a shadow in the mirror that I barely recognise
But a stranger in my room? No, I think not
But then, could I be mistaken? I’m not sure if I’d know
So, I carefully take aim and fire a shot
There’s a scream to be heard but is it him or is it me?
Is he wounded, lying bleeding on the floor?
Does my heart possess a scar or open wound to see?
Or has he crept very quietly out the door?
But, it’s late now; nearly black and the night is pulling in
Can you see him? Is he hiding out the back?
I am cautious, naturally; almost scared to take a look
Is he sane; a simple fool; a maniac?
There’s a monster in my mirror, and he’s staring back at me
Leave politely, shut the door and go away!
He won’t listen to my pleading, and he doesn’t hear me cry
Now it’s dark, and he’s bedded down to stay.
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