mirrors do not lie
they stare into your clouded eyes
down, down the bottomless well
straight into the rapacious mouth of hell
where nightmares breed
and famished Beelzebub feeds
ripping apart your lonely soul
razor-blade teeth burning like coals
do not look in mirrors, I say
nor let your eyes stray
to the bewitching silvered glass
through which maleficence can pass
avert your curious gaze
be not like Alice…beguiled by the maze
drawn into a world where nothing is real
not hope, not dreams, nor love…all surreal
Filed under: poetry Tagged: Beelzebub, Dark poetry, Dreams, Hell, Hope, Love, Mirrors, Razor blades, Surreal
