Windows Of The Abyss

i. (Delusion)

Mirrors, mirrors, on the wall

But why am I not there at all?

From the ceiling to the floor

I find my image in the door

But again

Vanishes

ii. (Brittle)

Glass on wings aflutter yonder

Never complete, splinters asunder

In fragments decadent there lies

Things lost forever without a goodbye

But still

Pierces

iii. (Players)

A vast expanse of black and white

The curtain falls, a numbing sight

When crown is thrown from majesty’s head

The king is none but pawn, light shed

But now

Puppet

iv. (Aware)

Scattered feathers, black and cold

Long drained of song, but still the crow

Glints golden eyes, sharper when dead

That watch as you lay down your head

But wait

Everywhere

v. (Delirious)

She dances, dances, dances away

She twirls, unfurls, in laughing dismay

She spins, again, spins fast and hard

Explodes into a million shards

But why

Sing

vi. (Derision)

it tinkles like a silver bell

child’s laughter from within the well

your spine, your sweat; your heart, it slows

it thuds duet though you’re alone

But so

Frozen

vii. (Decadence)

your eyes, why do they flicker so?

Alight though they be gaunt and hollow

A candle lit, decayed and old

Turning the musty earth below

But fly

Ash

viii. (Voices)

Small white pills, count one, two, three:

My ceiling fan, it talks to me.

It tells me to stand on my bed

So hungry blades can reach my head

But laugh

Silence

ix. (Performance)

Carved wooden figures, stringed we are.

He pulls, we jerk; a stage bizarre.

But stage collapsed and there he stood:

The puppeteer is made of wood!

But pull

Again

x. (Prelude)

Mirrors, mirrors everywhere

A hundred soulless eyes, they stare

Into my flayed and quivering core

Scarred and alone forever more

But soon

Reappears