He crawled a long way, on all fours.
Along the narrow winding road.
Blank his mind was, and numbed his nerves,
For all the lachrymal lies he swallowed.
Mask of skin, once supple and fair,
Now attenuated by the ticks of the clock.
It recalls stories of martyrdom,
And of the acid that drenched it drear,
Tore and raped through the tenderness,
And incensed it right down to the core.
"For freedom and liberty!" His tongue used to lash,
Prior to when the mirror 's existence ceased.
It used to stand before him in false grandeur,
And celebrate itself in the game of hide and seek -
The reflection he saw was free of pretense,
Before it degraded into relics.
What lies hidden was then exposed,
Raw and bared, grotesque as it was.
His vision betrayed him, explicit treason -
Pried the curtains apart; pinned the windows ajar.
The world beneath himself, pernicious.
The impact shook him off his stand.
Society disposed him in the churning machine,
With its teeth it welcomes him, tearing him into shreds
Disassembled his body into pieces and then
Sin melted his jument in flames and heat,
Moulded him into another mannequin.
An object of inert indifference.
Disintegrity fogged his sight.
A blind child of fabrication and mendacity,
He is now another one of us -
Remains that perceives in black and white.
