An egotistic path of windows and mirrors

And so the images of a future longing to be dismissed, pictures of how this is going on...





Only a window rolling over i see, degrading, just watching how my flesh dances as ashes while a single wind blow burn it, insensitive I bleed, screaming buried in sin, rotting to the core, bursting in blind rage I smash my head against the glass one... two... three... four... five... six times until it begins to crack, I ought to cross it and reach the man of the hollow eyes...

Just a blink shatters the violence will im standing sweating, i turn around to see masses of people going on and on from here to there, careless, sweetly ignorant of what i saw and still see with my closed eyes.

Was this a dream?

...or this never happened?

I can see how a little girl cry, crying tearless while dragged by her mother to keep going to nowhere, to blackness.

As I travel from nothingness to hollowness, an infinite path of glass and mirrors leads me, showing me what eyes wont see. whithin less than a second, stretched to the limit i see myself with tears of blood which eventually becoming a river while my eyes fall, melted by the heat of my rage.


Inside the image of a mirror i can see myself on total darkness, in the middle of a minimal spot of light on a corner of white walls, empty, facing the wall wondering what life could be like, bursting with the madness held in Tartarus my head rises showing a pale face with empty black holes instead of eyes, screaming for redemption with the hands on the glass, limit between insanity and the vulgar display of shallowness so-called reality.

Flinching before myself I turned around just to find me face to face with a window, nothing was there, nothing but a fine line made of dots of light going at high speed. When the light faded and darkness filled the glass, a heavy rain begun, with the light of a thunder i got to see far away a wall of red bricks with a graffiti in red and black paint with a single word on it: "Monster", at the second lightening a deformed face, made of asymetrical and vicious fangs made of unholy silver, eyes totally white as those of a blind old man shining with and ominous spark of dementia. As shocked as i was with the view of this creature, I didnt realized the claw which actually crossed the glass of dimensions to grab my neck and pull me inside the "Monster" window in order for it to go to what I once called "Reality".

And still nowadays I wait, longing for a neck to choke and a soul to struggle with, for a life to vanish, to sacrifice just to place foot in reallity before the evil makes me fade away.