Reverence

Reverence I see you in the mirror, I see all three of you looking back, I see all the hate and void tidied in perfect little stacks... I feel presumptuous fingers running, tips brush skin and, I feel six penetrating eyes, but only two cold damp hands... I taste my iron flushed saliva, as blood runs my bitten tongue, I taste the bass echoed hollow, from the screams my throat sung... I hear judgments as shadows laugh and dance in primal screams, I hear my rages whistling kettle as my sanity tears its seams... I know that chances come at costs, coincidences have consequences, I know this reflection, lost, mouthing these words in silent sentences...