Half a face stares back at you,
Half a truth, Half a life.
Empty souls fill this petty zoo,
Empty veins seek a knife.
As the glass drains and the senses numb,
The paper face claims a heart.
The last hope will succumb,
The mirror double will play its part.
With the light on stage
and the public mask,
no mistake can be made
through this tedious task.
The Angel weeps, the Devil grins,
the Phantom sleeps through the silent screams.
The Midnight bell’s toll
Signals the breaking charm.
Like a cursed scroll,
Sends the maiden into harm.
~Haruki
To be continued, maybe.
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