THE TOMB OF MIRRORS

There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,piece by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with thousands of faces, faces I know ,but none of them I recognise He caresses my face with his palms, softer than petals of a rose And then ,he hold my hands so tightly that I see my veins and drop by drop my blood drips in the ocean But I hold him back with every bit of my strength And I listen to my screams he eats the flesh on my body Using every ounce of strength in the skies and the stars, he opens the insides of my stomach To reveal my intestines and all I see is…. Shame ,shame and so much shame and so much guilt That it transpires very bit of light around me And for the very last time I kiss the sea back