Shattered Glass

Shattered Glass

I fear nothing.

I fear only what I see.

I see a reflection of myself, the tormented I have become.

I fear of no death.

I fear neither of the Lord nor of the shrill shrieks of the burning hells.

I have no expression, for it has been taken and broken.

My emotions are shattered, like shattered glass.

It has been taken, taken from my grasp.

I see nothing now.

Not the nothing you know of, but the nothing this reflection is.

So when I fear nothing, no one understands me.

These people, these demons, do not know of my tongue.

This reflection, in a perfect mirror, is not perfect at all.

What appears is nothing, and nothing is what I fear.

I want to shatter it, shatter it like broken glass.

But the lies and submission have tied me down.

I can’t move.

Please don’t rescue me, don’t save this reflection.

For it is hated and dark.

I’m being swallowed, swallowed into the darkness.

I could have shattered this reflection, shattered it like shattered glass.

It’s too late now, too late to take it back.

Nothing is what I fear.

What I fear, is myself.