Sometimes
I find myself
Drifting into
Someone else's
Memories
Like fractured glass
An out of body
Kind of dream
Nothing's ever
As it seems
Staring into
The mirror
Not knowing
Who's staring back
I'm falling into
The black
The darkness
Inside of the iris
They say
That the eyes
Are windows
Into
The soul
So I'm terrified
Of the things
That you see
In me
Staring into
The mirror
Not knowing
Who's staring back
I'm falling into
The black
The darkness
Inside of the iris
In their perfect
Oneness
Unity with themselves
They don't know
The feeling of
They should
Know
I guess
This is what
They call
Empty
The feeling
Of the disillusion
Of the illusion of
Existence
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Darkness Inside of the Iris
Thơ CaWhen I was searching for something else on my computer, I came across this poem with the saved name of "Darkness Inside of the Iris". I looked at the date when the file was created and this poem is like 5/6 years old. I do not really remember my min...
