• End Time

    Phantasms of unanimous discretion charging at a palette of horrors abound,

    Mind spliced into infinite pieces trying to reconnect with resultant failure,

    Trampled upon by conflicting disparagement reigning over logical thought,

    Mass confusion sponsored by illusion taking hold of the senses and ripping them apart,

    A shocking scream of deafening silence, falling on the ears of closed minds,

    Derailed thoughts crashing into the station of absolution, to bring forth an opaque transparency,

    Clinging to the last shreds of self-communication as the strings are snapped,

    Beside yourself, yet nowhere at all, A mirror of upside down reflection twisting time and space,

    The paradox of an inane riddle sparks to life as one more layer fades away,

    Causality collides with a flashing dream and perception of physics cast themselves aside,

    Gone are the remnants of identity, shambling out of their crevasse to starve on the other side of the wall,

    Looking into the broken mirror and see the only real image left in the last physical illusion,

    The picture is a shock, but the mind agrees with itself that it has to be true,

    There is a ghost in the mirror with a face so familiar, but how could you forget, that the ghost, is you.