writing Mirrors

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Begin with your voice.

Understand now, the troubles that I saw.

Begin anew, with a blank expression.

Look into the mirror.

 

From the bottom of your mind, lays the question.

Loathsome whimpers of scarred memories.

The face that covets only you.

Once more, into the mirror.

 

Faces, over redundent faces.

New and old, they flock to the mirrors, and by your fate, you observe them.

Floating past your once held ambition, no longer seeking another view.

Accepting the face, one in the mirror.

 

Never again, seeking other ways of thought.

As I find you coveting all, more than the face.

Surendering all of your will to never see it again.

Asking questions of forever dissapointment.

 

The simple expression that changes fate itself.

One face among many that forsees all pain, and rather needs it.

All you shall ever wish to understand is it's mere existance.

By such, the face now controls you, for ignorance is fatal.

 

 

-David Favret

Edited November 27, 2012 by TheBronyHeart