My Own Reflection
Smiling emptily
from hell.
Eyes of the
damed.
Staring,
glaring eyes of those
who see,
but do not see.
Gone around
the rim of
madness.
Eyes ever turned
inward
to the hell
of dreams
beyond control.
Dreams unleashed,
risen out of
the stinking swamps
of the unconsciousness.
See the lights
of hell
in my eyes.
Large and dark
holes,
seemingly black and empty,
bottomless pits...
that lead
to hell.
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