Morbid Glass
Crimson tears dripping onto tainted glass; painting it with blood, smearing it with tears. Lighted images dancing across the silver truth the glass povides; consuming it with horror, corupting it with ugliness. A reflection of myself dancing on the morbid glass. Voices floating in the frigd air surrounding me, telling me that the mirror lies, But I cannot ignore the repulsive face that stares back at me from the morbid glass. I cannot ignore the hideous form that laughs and screams and cries with me from the honest, morbid, glass. Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 09:24 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Crimson tears..."