Reverence

I see you in the mirror, I see all three of you looking back,

I see all the hate and void tidied in perfect little stacks...

I feel presumptuous fingers running, tips brush skin and,

I feel six penetrating eyes, but only two cold damp hands...

I taste my iron flushed saliva, as blood runs my bitten tongue,

I taste the bass echoed hollow, from the screams my throat sung...

I hear judgments as shadows laugh and dance in primal screams,

I hear my rages whistling kettle as my sanity tears its seams...

I know that chances come at costs, coincidences have consequences,

I know this reflection, lost, mouthing these words in silent sentences...