Shatterpoint (Empty Eyes)

The mirror is fragile; one touch and it will shatter

The slightest breath of sorrow will destroy it

One thought of hate and it will break

You gaze into it, with your empty eyes

The empty eyes that lead to a barren soul

The cold wind of anguish forces you forward

And you stagger toward that delicate mirror

Toward the frangible reflection of your being

You lurch forward; the pain of your heart guides you

Numb fingers, the tendrils of evil, touch the glass

Stroking the eggshell-like surface of the mirror,

Petting it as if it were a sleeping newborn kitten

A naive kitten unaware of the talons preparing to strike

As you touch it, images arise, unbidden and unwanted

The nightmare of the cold metal pressing against your skin, sliding across it

Biting into the pale flesh, staining it crimson

Burning away the chilling pain of your soul, but for only a moment

The icy agony returns, gripping your soul once more, even stronger

Inciting you to grip the steely blade with darkly strong hands

And create another pool, which empties into the hole in your heart

Only to pass through it, once again starting the evil cycle

Another nightmare, a far more horrible memory, comes to you

The memory of images of twisted love, forced before your young eyes

The clash of ungodliness, filling your mind with shame, emptying your eyes

Raping you of whatever innocence you had left

These images and more appears before you, mocking you, tormenting you

Your fingers press into the delicate mirror, tiny cracks forming under them

Small, beautiful spider webs, slowly growing beneath your trembling fingers

The images begin to blur into one final thought of eternal damnation

You push harder, your demons driving you

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The tiny, damned remnants pierce your already dying heart, stopping it

And the shards strike your empty eyes, blinding them eternally.