Hazy reflections
of dark imperfections.
I see the imposter
that I used to be.

The cracks in the mirror,
brutally clearer
Than the masks of surrender; 
this lost legacy.

Beyond the illusions, 
lie searching confusions.
Aching to shatter 
this portrait I see.

Desperate madness, 
perpetual sadness.
Grasping for hope 
as I fall to my knees.

A blood red salvation, 
reborn exultation.
Sacrificed death 
for the soul's victory.

jan 1998