A Misshaped Dream
A double vision, a misshaped dream
All
my clout stitched in my seam.
My visage in twice division,
A
misshaped dream, a double vision.
A gory mess, my twisted
face
A broken twig fallen from grace.
Laid on attire wrinkled
in stress,
My twisted face, a gory mess.
Dull smothered
eyes, painted stark white
Tears stopped in time, frozen by
night.
A solemn stare of shattered demise,
Painted stark white,
dull smothered eyes.
A sudden glare, a quick conclusion
Gather
sight to see past this illusion,
Gather courage to see past the
stare.
A quick conclusion, a sudden glare.
If
it shows my wish, not my dread.
If it gives me joy, never
woe,
Then why do I see myself dead
Inside the mirror of Erised?