OPUS DIE

And the haunting face

Still cracked,

Still smiling,

Is ruining all my dreams,

And the mirror cracked

Still haunted

Still there

Is not all that it seems

Feel my pain

Get in my head

Rip me to the core

Cut me down

Bleed me dry

Leave me screaming more

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow the pain oozes from this one like blood from an open wound, staining the carpet below the mirror deep red.
j.

[Shazbatt969]

Great analogy, j, wish I had thought of it.lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A great title as you toy with the Catholic 'work of god' and the clipped, dry and scathing nature of this piece says so much about the anger left when one eventually throws off the shackles of Catholiscism. The haunting nature of the spectre remains.

[Shazbatt969]

Indeed Sir, the mirror cracked still haunted, is watching you, Catholicism ; the ghost of the spectre remains,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Remains of the day I say Sir!