In the Dead of Night

Dedicated to those who think they can't be scared!

I looked in my mirror I saw me,
Pale, ashen faced I appeared to be...

I didn't feel very well.
Many told me I had been very ill...

Ever had the feeling of not really being here,
Like somehow you were kind of elsewhere...

Each day I gazed at my reflection,
Many signs on my face spoke of infection...

Then one day I didn't see my face anymore,
Twas the face of my late brother I saw...

I felt he had come to take me away,
Out of this world and far away..

Metamorphosis could have occurred,
Or had my death somehow been deferred?

I reached out to touch the mirror,
But then I realized to my horror...

That my hand was going right through the glass,
Had I died and gone with my brother alas?

I turned around to run away,
But there I was all dressed in grey...

I turned back but saw my brother,
Beside him stood my late and deceased birth mother...

There was no escaping the very fact,
That I had died and sealed a pact...

A pact that doomed me from by birthday,
To die one awful fateful future day..

I looked at my body and found it was transparent,
That's when I realised that my death was apparent...

I dwell no more on the mortal plane,
I walked through that opalescent pane...

The ghostly veil between life and death,
That you arrive at having drawn your last breath...

I haunt the place where I once died,
I cannot let go so I am tied...

Doomed to haunt amidst eternal unrest,
I didn't want to be be robbed of life and zest...

But I ignored the signs that I was ill,
I refused to take a lifesaving pill...

I always thought I would survive,
Wanted to believe I was still alive...

Until my mirror told me I had gone,
Mirroring my spirit not my living one....

One day I was alive and now I am dead,
Unrested mentality for my spiritual head!

So when you look at your reflection,
Do you see your now pallid deathlike complexion?

You died last night just like me,
Look in the mirror and you WILL see!

Copyright:K.September 2008.