medusas

something dappled and grey
has become subdued, much more quiet now.
it has crept into a conscience
ridden of you.
it has crept and crept and crept
into your non-existence
and that state of mind you refuse
to let go of,
that state of mind i despise.
you sat there atop your throne,
with that silly expression,
like you knew it all,
like you pretended to be always comfortable.
i can't say what i know,
because it's all too distant now
and you are merely an illusion of past sorts.
tragically, you asked for something worse
and it came bursting towards you in flames.
medusa.
how you shape eachother so perfectly,
or so you think.
you'll only turn to stone when people see
you looking.
you'll only remain human if you watch yourself
in secret.
but isn't stone just that much more tragic?
i don't mind if your mirror breaks.
it's for the better, i suppose.
it's only for now, i suppose.
but that's all we ever have.
gracefully stumbling towards eachother,
blinded by one another's light,
it's perfect now.
because nothing is real.