Reflections.
There
He stood
Peering down
On the polished floor
A silhouette
Stared back at him.
Those dead eyes
Strange
And now
Even he
Could not read
Nor decipher
The cynic
In him.
An inversely proportional anomaly.
When we lose
Family
Friends
Values
Morals
We start to find
The real creature
Beneath our skins.
Literally. Figuratively.
What distinction
Separates man
From beast?
Footsteps
Following
A previous one
There
See
Door half-open
He just stood there
Silent
Reflecting.
Where was his place
In this dreadful affair
Broken lines
But there was no denying
He was one of the catalysts
And so
Involved.
Walk
Approach
Cold wind
Dull sky
Monotone lighting
Relative silence.
On the porch
Snow white coat
Razor sharp
Contrast
To a blood red one.
These people
Including him
Appeared to be similar
But only that.
Appearance.
A poor form of judgement
To characterize a person.
For you see
The cynic
Sage
Recluse
These three
All
Cold
Calculating
Ruthless
Vicious.
Birds of the same feather
Flock together
But that is a wrong analogy
When the context
Involves dangerous individuals.
These are
The lone wolves
Of society.
Those who traipse
Beyond the fences.
"There is no need to pretend. Hikigaya-san."
This man
Almost
Mirror image
He who came down
The path of despair
Difference
Between he and himself
The recluse had hit the bottom
Now
Slowly
Float up
A carcass
Of what once was.
The two
Looked out
Into the bleak.
Here
See
What is the color
Of this flower
Before it had withered away?
Who is a man
Before he was
A shell?
Like a wine glass
Filled
White and clear
Sweet nectar.
From the bottle of life
Pour in
Vinaceous
Red and bitter
Taint what once was pure
Spill
Until none of the sweetness
Remains.
Because beneath every cynic
Is a disappointed optimist.
