M I R R O R
There is only one mirror
And you are a shadow behind it.
What you come across sees you within yourself.
You still do not exist.
Indeed, you make them see,
But that does not mean that you,
Existing amidst everything,
Are with them.
I A M T H E E N D O F E V E R Y T H I N G
I am the end of everything.
No matter what I say to anyone,
they count on me,
humanity with dead tissue.
The sense of those
who can feel is missing,
ever since the world formed though,
hasn’t the only purpose been to fuck.
They stripped me of my thoughts
and cut off my hands.
They came
some early
some late.
Of always waiting
in the wings.