The Prestige

Darkness fills the street

as the sun finally sets.

A cry is heard so sweet

As a shot rings through the frets

Of the madness.

A scream is heard

Then two

As the shadows

Morph anew

Into demons

Laughing at the pain.

I cannot bare to hide

Nor to painstakingly describe

While realities collide,

am I insane?

If my thoughts were like a mirror

You would have seen it shattered

When I began to see you clearer

and it left me numb and battered

Causing me disdain .

I tried to sort the pieces

But they scattered in the wind

Of the hurricane

you kept sending my way.

So my window,

Now just glass

Sitting shattered in the ash

From the fire of your gripping final play.