He Who Reflects

Daily does the transparent moon

Eclipse the soul of my fallen shadow

As if the darkness of the sun was not enough to burn

The flames of the infused devil that sits in my mind

He who laughs as a relentless and restless living hell

While upon on my face and within my eyes

I uphold a false image of joy

Yet within I am dead

Leaving all my emotions empty and nullified

This enigma begs the question

Of my deluded smile that remains

As a veil so others may believe in a gift called happiness

A tragic pity that was presumed as an act of lewdness …

Tell me

When will the lunar lights ever rectify

The night of the stars

And have the angels fly within the seraphic winds

That gives me a brief blessed sign of hope

Though peerless it would seem

For the flames are black

Moreover, I have also become blind

With a fear that lingers in my heart

Still I sneer at the sight of this void

Nevertheless, I still think of tomorrow as a place of heaven

Together with these thoughts

I can image a twilight that is inversed and vital

For I am nothing beyond what is
And what I am is a drifter

He who lies in grips of his own self-inflicted abyss

He who can only reflect

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~