(The Man Behind The Mirror) ( Archived) (1)

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. on a reflection bouncing off of a mirror where i look at myself and see a human right there at point blank. view since me at that right time. to come and stand in the glass made out of sand heat up and make it. throw it in the fire you burn me away in visualization in my mind im seeing things happen again. through out my thoughts playing with me and. standing in my bathroom leaning over the sink look twice and see me once more. im seeing 2 of me right at this moment. body's are more then 1 on sight and the others are looking straight at you. In a Crazy way its coming from your body and. im not invisible from thees things i do and that happen in my life. its ticking down the clock. is right next to me in the hour that im here in this world of mine. I live each day and night of the same things of myself are over and over. Im seeing dumbbell of me that's already there and im compacted in many things. confused of The Man Behind The Mirror. im just standing waiting and seeing things and waiting in the next fantasy. inside my lens of my eye bell. Reaction getting use to it and build up on a immunity to the mirror that's looking at me. of the hole wall looking like a mirror hit smash cracking bust open break in glassy pieces. small and bigger pieces look at me again. im coming one of them and you beat it out of the system of the mirror. There all around me surrounding me like a camera bigger then me so it can watch my hole body. Make ever move. your hooked on a chain fragile light and breakable trope it throw it or drag it makes scratches on it unseeable things cant picture it. any more if its damaged through out its thing. its no good any more. disposed on that empty hole felled up in glass with mirrors. in that trash can paper or plastic bust open pick up cuts all over me. sharp thin slice skin draw blood bright red 90% water built up in me. Seeing my own reflection dripping down my own pain of the mirror that gave it to me. switch plant over me on working to hard for its war he has listed his fears. downstairs where they watch over me its all a clone of me now. science is under my flat servers check it out in my life. style with out a trace coming back to me on The Man Behind The Mirror. well work his way home in a stressful feeling through out his. life well give up some time and day has to end in this future ive done to myself. pick up the wrong things that has made me so painful. and help free is never coming to me ever again but well you listen and well you here me out loud. with out a scream or a dirty look on this face of yours and mine of the mirror can you just leave it out. and it well all be over in flash on seeing myself in The Man Behind The Mirror...............