A distorted image

A distorted image,
Of one’s personality.
Like a spatter of water,
On a shattered mirror.

A blur of reality,
Rushed past me.
The truth is concealed.
In a sacred place.
Of obscurity.

A life of trance,
Is what I am in.
When the genuine
Will strike me,
I will soon develop
Misery.

An entity of doom,
Will soon be altered.
And a creation of
Ecstasy will take her
Position

A prominent image,
Of one’s personality.
Like perfection achieved,
In a shattered mirror.