Terrors and Mirrors

"Terrors and Mirrors"   8 - 12 - 06

when i pull closed

the blinds of my mind

the nightmare begins

flashing and passing and gassing my mind

these terrors are a mirror but inferior

to the torments twisting my tangent reality

i'm fisting and fighting and reveling in fright

these images are installed in a fragile eye

burned to a retina that recalls only relapses

now tell me daddy, daddy tell me

daddy are they dead, are they gone

can you protect my insides

can you shelter my mental hide

i'm trapped inside

the blinds of my mind

refusing to unshutter

daddy, tell me

tell me daddy, please

...are they gone?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

sometimes they come into my days

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