Salvation of the Wicked


A mirror surrounded by a fading light; In the darkest corner of my mind I see. From this blinding darkness I’m trying to flee. To escape this colorless abyss for you I plea.

Approaching the mirror surrounded by a fading light filled with hope to be free; to witness my awakening from this bottomless loop that I have brought upon me. To my salvation I became ever closer to be.

I stared at the mirror of madness, I only saw the reflection of me; an emptiness filled my mind; a vision where I wished I have never saught when I left that dark bottomless sea.

The eyes in the mirror of a man I once knew, but forsaken is staring back at me; drowning me into his own sadness; reminding me of a life long forgotten, buried in the pages of my own history. What a tragedy, to see moments once were a reality; are nothing now, but a tale of a riddled fantasy.

My tears flew, blinding me, just for vain; for no reason, my mind is falling again into its own pool of insanity. A man can forgive himself for many sins he may have committed, but can never forgive the sin of vanity; forgive a sin that took away his own happiness for eternity.

In the fading light where I thought my salvation lies.

In the mirror of my own madness; in the reflection of my eyes I saw my own helplessness.
A melancholy in my cries; devoided of all passion.

I stared once again to the mirror of my own creation; to bear witness to the fruits of my own doing.


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