Here lie the wretched
an endless purgatory
the mirrors they lie
all around me

One says I’m a monster
the other says saint
the third just laughs
and fourth shows restraint

at length he comes
my monster of madness
from behind the shadows

this time they are prepared
like glistening swords
throat slit wrists bleeding
he wriths he squirms
and screams in pain

a silver rain in darkness
the door wide open
my saint self walks
the monster remains

in the room of mirrors
I lay cured.

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