Un†i†led Pøem 3

Have you ever met a man

Whose existence was your broken mirror

Embodiment of stolen secrets

Your psyche wouldnt let you keep

You can swear you know the truth

You can scream it to the heavens

But all you can see is a projection

He feels like you

Did you birth him from your soul?

That must be the only way

All your foulest fears could manifest

So now you sit in your fear

Dont meet him; Dont trust him; Dont look

For if he gazes in your eyes

He can see your soul, your souls

Dont see him; Dont touch him; Dont look

He’ll take your soul for himself