The monster in the mirror
Paint the canvas red,
Lurking in your subconscious.
I'm the monster under your bed;
When I'm asleep, I still see.

The crow swings from swing to swing.
Is it I, or yourself that prevents you from slumber?
For you linger in the mirror asking, "Where's the monster?"
Self-awareness drifting.

It's far easier to cast blame; it's hard for a monster to face himself. The giant looks in the mirror and sees nothing, because his ego helps.

Shhh, it's okay, we're all dead bodies
With dead bodies hidden.
Anxiety lingers like a kitten;
Their mirrors matter more than what you have hidden.

The owl doesn't know when it ends or transcends
The tranquility of the ocean howls.
For we blame the monster for the fragility of the rose.

© starrose