That's Not You in the Mirror

by S.a.Sunlight

When his eyelids fall at the days end
Like the curtain at a plays end
That is when his show begins
A sight of suicide to mend

Barely on the seat
that's marked for him
A scar-ridden freak
He tries not to peak

But its like a mirror
which one is insane
the image or the reflection
the hail or the rain

The hail falls
when he pounds the mirror
the sound of thunder as his hand makes contact

The cracks and the slaps
as the refractions of him
skid the floor

The rain falls
a deep red
as the pieces of his
narcisissim
release the fluids within

He stops the storm
He's stopped the bloody weather

Just as the weatherman predicted
Sunshine breaks through the clouds

but he's kept his lips stitched for so long
that the sun is merely an illusion
the clouds, the trees, the flowers
none of it was real to begin with

for fear that they may lock him away
lock you in place
a constant state of nothing
like a picture worth so many words
but worth nothing at all

You have entered the world of blackened dreams
Where white light does not exist
and there is no return

Never more than an illusion