Copyright, Bloodlust

Why am I thinking these thoughts?
What are these images
Running through my head?
These urges,
Where do the come from?
Who is this girl
Staring back at me?
I don’t recognize her,
Why does she cry?
I don’t know her pain,
Her tears.
But she is me
Her tears, her pain,
They are mine
These thoughts, images and urges
They are hers
And mine alike.
Our blood mingles
As the mirror shatters,
Slowly her pain fades
Slowly my tears dry
As oblivion and darkeness
Takes over my world
As I peacefully slip into an eternal slumber
Never to part
Never to wake


Permanent location: