Mirror mirror…
On a wall…
Tell me dearest who’s the wickedest of all….
Ahhh I see….
Via dreams….
Small changes in patterns and cruelty….
You see oh mirror for it was thee who laid beside me…
So again mirror, I beg and plea…
Tell me who’s this wickedest of all..
Ahh yes…
Once again I see..
The man who laid next to me….
Lying and deceiving from the very start
Didn’t care if he broke a heart.
Instead he craved for the lust of a broken mentality…
Distort my reality….
So tell me trusty companion…
Oh mirror of mine…
Who’s the wickedest of all…
When the target didn’t break….
And the target realized she was prey….
One final call…
To the mirror on a random wall.
Is it the strongest mind who’s wickedest or the one who started it all?