Storm’s Darkened Reflections
My brain is weighted down by opaque rainclouds,
in which intrusively drowns my wellbeing;
the piercing frigidness chills my bones to their numbing point,
leaving me anxious the storm shall never abandon my presence.
I expose myself to the nearest rebounding mirror;
contemplating all the external damage I had created,
along with visualizing the invidious monster I had became within.
I surmise my past joyous nature to recklessly plunge out of my flesh;
an instantly toxic psychopathic depression rushes through my veins,
remembering that spirit is now decreased.
I inch closer fronting my simulated reflection:
stinging venomous eyes,
quivering bitter lips,
collapsing shattering soul.
I fulfill the deed to shatter myself;
enjoy the flood.