MY FRIEND IN THE MIRROR

Every

Time I look

Into the mirror

I see a Norse Berserk in me

A part of my disembodied spirit I never met

We share the same body of flesh

His penetrating stare

Sees my soul

Ether

Deeper

It gazes into my eyes

His large, black-glazed pupils

Glow in darkness with malevolence

He smiles eerily at me, lips stretched around his skull

His voice is the clatter of heavy metal

He hypnotizes me with words

I obey his commands

Unwilling

Love

He mesmerizing whispers

Into my ear, He is the only One

Who feels that emotion towards me

He says He is my father, mother, brothers and sisters

His cold hand emerges from the mirror

His delicately strokes my cheek

I need him he says, He is my

Family

Decayed

Is the vile scent of His inhumane dead skin

Like the nauseating odor of a freshly puss-ripen corpse

That’s maturated by grubby maggots; it clings to my skin potently

He speaks to me in my sleep and when I’m awake, he feeds me His thoughts

He says I have an evil legion of foes; He made an unholy secret oath

To scourge their lineage, now I wake up every morning

Covered in fresh warm blood and reeking of

Death