Contrast Fragments

-_- another strange one... -_-

A day, a night
A weak source of light
Mirrors of imagery
In this dawn of supremacy

Drowned in the malice of magnificence
Stark contrast of difference
Mangled purity of forgetting
Aiding and abetting

Illusions in the mirror light
Staying, breaking, following the night
Seasoned anger fills the air
Faked is this artistic flair

Benign skill falls to floor
Upside down cross on the door
Fragments of memory slithered to here
These words are swimming, burning to hear

Eyes are opening
Swirls of mist are fading
Sleep is moving back
The dream turning black

Hands are own once more
Secrets are no longer shattered on the floor
Mounted aren't the history of death
The end of the spell that is my meth