Aschatria - Poetry

This is not a bliss. I can't call it a curse,
because I don't know what and where.
What have you done, you did wrong
- when broken a mirror took everything.
Find that mirror, before it forgets.
even if you do, it won't patch it back,
you can't return it inside
without a permission from another part.

I wish, I wish, make my wish true.
I'm so bored, alone and a fool.
It can't be true. It's a lie.
The mirrors don't talk. They don't  blink...
Don't they...?
You never stopped to think,
when you pulled out a thought
from your own reflexion
- it really feels like a dream.
Doesn't it...?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all...

Please don't call the Devil, the Devil's in me,
I'm his glittering Hell,
and he doesn't answer my calls, anymore.
Please don't call the God, I don't want to know,
I don't want to hear his voice,
his voice is all over me,
who you are, what I am.

Everything stopped; the air, the planet is slowing, the gravity...
Everything; time is dropping pace,
like the temperature, the curvature,
all the lakes are the perfect reflection of the terror.
The darkness pulls me up, the sky,
his voice is all over me,
burning the dust, the rust
- but there is no stopping, free will, no gravity....

December, I know, when it's over, I'll burn,
in its ice,
because I have no center, everything stops.

I'm the pearly angel, my wings shine high and wide
in an ocean of time,
shine like a pearly line of the burning jewels.
But, it cuts my chest cold,
from the inside out,
and there is a solar flare with my name,
and I am a diamond mountain on its way.
No gravity...

Treason is a murder that kills not a body
but a heart, and when your friend
pulls the trigger, there is no way back.
What you have done, for no reason,
all in my name, a blame,
you made a monster
without me knowing it.

But you have lied, nothing of that is real.
I am not coming for your love,
I never wanted it but it took your soul.

That's why you're haunted by me,
you will never let go.
You've lied. Destroyed
everything in madness,  it was never me.
How could I be?
You have blackened it.

You wanted to kill it, all my
quantum realities, possibilities,
just to build your cripple little fantasy.