Hi there.

Hi there,

Someone across the mirror.

I can see deep and through to you.

Naked as who you really are.

Delicate as you are,
crying over the movie you’ve watched,

Sobbing over the book you’ve read.

But inside
you’re just pure evil, a wicked rotten apple.

You hurt people like it’s your job,

Here and there you scratch them.

Even to someone you hold very dearly,

Scarring them by the blunt of your tongue,

by the daintiness of your touch,

Leave them stranded in the middle of the sea,

That to be granted their forgiveness

would be beyond the bounds of possibility.

Empathy can’t be taught.

Still,
only the death heart could do so.

Sometimes when I run, I try to run away from you.

To fool the mind that the body can leave the soul behind.

But I can’t,
for they bore each other’s consequences.
And they would never fathom how forever sorry I am.

Xoxo,

The beyond the mirror who craving to shatter it