Image In a Mirror
part 1 of my "Image" series..
Staring at a figure
in the mirror one day
she knew this person well
but she couldn't pin point the face
A bloody mask covered
the definition beyond her eyes
cloaked in a hidden story
A blood ridden disguise
she looked inside, searched her mind
as to who this figure could be
it hits her, she faints.
Dreams a dream.
A demonic serpent swims through
hallucinations.
Like a bad acid trip,
come ride the magic mushroom.
A man in black, with a red bow tie.
Greased hair slicked back, black.
A chaotic look in his eye.
Apocalyptic cries,
deep within his eyes.
To be continued...
Jared Pickett
11/4/09
Asavvy1
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