The reflection

The reflection is a well known stranger misconceived as a friend or foe when you are what you are. The truth hidden pushed aside into the depths of the lost and found. Finding it's way out it grasps control of the tainted vessel while sweet lies intertwined make up the empty shell. This is escape. This is confinement to the fullest. This is a fate woven into the strands of time wrote in blood and darkness. A sin stained prophecy which has no choice but to be fulfilled by the dark recess of a forgotten soul. As galaxies form and die a miniscule spec, not even recognized on the blip of the universe writhes in agony brought upon itself. Brief flickers of the brightest hope are used to make the night that much darker. This is the end. This is the beginning. This is eternity etched into time itself. This is payment. This is debt collected in blood and tears. This is worthy of the crimes while barely breaking the surface of whats due. The faint prospect of a blooming rose is withered by ravaged hands cleansed in the tears of innocence and betrayal. The reflection breaks the mirage of a built upon facade. The reflection is reality.