Sin
The house of a thousand mirrors!
Blood, dripping from the corners of my eyes
Intently I glare
Reaching out within the stillness....
Rippling waters about a face
That I can no longer recognize
Voices calling out
Vague into my ears
Is it there or is it here?
Melting forest....
Stepping unto the other side
Mystical in this pagan's moment
I look around
Blood, dripping from my fingers
Once again, we have arrived....
Silence amid the laughter
Growing nearer
Suspended as time
Further we go
Deeper, into the unknown
Atop their reflections this surface
It's currents; these tilting tides....
Walking amongst the procession
In the house of a thousand mirrors
Blood dripping from our tongue
Is it here or is it there?
Time's raging rushing waters
Darkened turning skies....
Standing within the silence; the stillness
Rippling of colours in carnal's taunting
Rising, amid their crimson waterfalls
Now, dripping from this heart
In the house of a thousand mirrors
The mirrors, of the ever poisoned, mind....
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........................ "Sin!"
Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014
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