𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀. 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.
An image of sorrow one in itself
reflected in a mirror sitting beside it
swallowing its soul day and night to no end.
To see through its eyes
is to see the open wounds
seeping with dark red hatered
And the scars holding the shadow
that didn't manage to escape from beneath
the decaying surface.
It drinks its bitter poison and absorbs it
like sink sand engulfing what becomes trapped
for eternity to devour itself
and its rotting flesh of envy.
Flowers will bloom on its grave
dark withering roses
that shake and crush to dust
at the gentle touch of sunlight.
𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢.