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FrozenByte — Crimson Reflection [Poetry] by-nc-sa
Published: 2012-05-03 03:28:07 +0000 UTC; Views: 212; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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Description Once whole,
My world was adorned with bright and colorful light.
But I started to grow up,
And the sharpness of reality showed a harsh world,
One  I could not oppose.
Once appalled, my heart grew into chaos, and so corrupted it became,
I judged every innocent guilty of my misery.
And because of my trials and death sentences,
My soul because stained with bloody sins.

My own inner God kept telling me it would be fine,
Knowledge about myself was pride and trite.
My mind, blind.
Ignorance is bliss,
So I kept following his advice.

But then, I saw a mirror.
Beautiful, fanciful,
It was my own forbidden fruit.
So I disobeyed my own God,
And looked into the mirror.
And my own mind, deprived of ignorance,
Left me naked,
And so punished me.

My mirror image was crimson,
Crimson from blood.
Crimson from guilt.
Crimson from shame.
Crimson from my own mistakes.
Horrified, I looked at my own hands, and there was nothing.
But the image in the mirror mocked me just by being itself,
Showing blood where I couldn't myself see it.

The person inside the mirror, even though was me,
Didn't hesitate to bemock and judge me, happily saying with a cold, evil glare:
"This is who you are,
And this is how I was born.
Accept who you are,
And embrace death,
Now you are so wise!"

Cast aside from paradise,
My soul almost met its demise.
But my crimson reflection didn't care.
All it wanted was to see our own despair.

To survive, I killed it alive, I buried it alive.
So deep it could not be seen or ever rise again.
But up to this day, it keeps haunting me,
Following me,
Accusing me.

I wish I could understand and accept my crimson image,
For crimson is not only the color of my own crimes,
But also the color of blood of life.
I try to understand it,
But it refuses to be accepted and understood.
I seek freedom,
But my crimson reflection in the mirror only grants me free doom.

Forever split,
I want to be whole again.
But if I'm again unscathed,
Then, certainly
Chaos from light and shadow will combine and rise,
And destroy a million lives,
Including mine.
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