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.
good one ,jus the saint self walks hein ;-)yeah it jus the the purification process