𝗚𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗬 [𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼]

𝗺𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗰-𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮.

f e b r u a r y 0 4; 2 0 2 2

"Lights, Camera, Death"
That's what I heard while in bed,
Aren't your expectations met?
Or it is just me wet because of sweat.

There was a film that has been empty for years,
No image nor picture of tears,
But there's something missing,
To complete the missing piece.

It was a camera,
A gadget who's gonna save your memories,
Everything in your days,
It'll keep it.

Until it was passed on to another person,
Your memories with it will remain,
You may lose a friend but memories will stay,
It will stay with you through bad times and record everything memorable days.

But this camera's different,
Her name's mimic, everything she captures she'll make a lookalike of it,
Not by photo, but by literal piece by piece,
Isn't it too good to be true?

Though she has magic,
The time she captures me and made a copy of myself,
At first it was fun to see,
But now it's annoying.

As I was walking at the hallway,
The copy she made me,
Stabbed me at my back,
Then I saw the camera, just laughs on me.

My blood flows down to the floor,
like a sea shore,
I slowly closed my eyes and whispered
"In this demonic pain, there's no cure."

Now I've been replaced by somebody,
It hurts I swear, though it's my fault,
I've learned not to trust,
Specially to a Mimic-camera.

Who's gonna make someone like you,
Acts like you, and pretends to be you,
Will end you without conscience,
Who'll give you life sentence.

-sixth, Gloomy.
-inspired by the game, mimicry.