DEATH REFLECTIONS
A gaze into those hollow black orbs
Reflects the insanity within
A wasteland of selfishness and control
Once skillfully used and protected
Those who fell within died many deaths
DEATH of fragile self images
DEATH of confidence and respect
DEATH of the heart, mind and soul
So deft at the manipulation game
The players stripped of their innocence
Their souls left naked and exposed
One sweep of that savage tongue eviscerates
Entrails lay in a steaming bloody pool
Now barren within, a life force no longer exists
The puppet maker controls the strings
Making you dance in the cooling pool of blood
Smearing footprints of a past life
A darkness fills and surrounds you now
A seeker of retribution you’ve become
Others gaze into your now hollow black orbs
Seeing the reflection of the insanity within.
Dee
©May 2008