PSYCHOMANTIUM
In the room of the thousand mirrors
Where the shadows lead their games
Unpredictable is this feeling
Too many faces with the only one name.
It can be the final scratch
When you touch your stranger's face.
Thousand stares still try to catch
Your every move and every pace.
Refraction of the light breaks your silent figure
Too many you around one man.
If you see your sides in each of them
Who will you be then?
Don't you recognize them all
In this cage where they stretch your soul.
The circle of your duties
The dark side of your deeds.
The silence of intentions
Here everyone can see.
Read your mind with your reflection
Laughing at disgrace and shame.
Think twice before entering such an attraction
Do you need this blackened fame?!
Welcome, here is a psychomantium . . .
Psychomantium
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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