I am not frightened;
your presence
within my mirror
reveals to me
much about
myself.
Why bother to explore?
There is nothing to create
pacifying you.
Your war that you prescribe
to violence and indulgence
one in the same
of a neurotic brain
Blasphemy
beating it's bored head
against patterns of passions
I'm playing my muse
of angels instead.
Face of violence, changing
in different direction
electing to loose control of
your egoistic reflection
nostalgic correction.
dare me not.
to give in ?
transform your evil;
to happy grin
eight hours and fourteen minutes to go
I will sit here
as long
as you know
I will not stoop that
low.
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