Mirror Image: aradam retsam

The black side of white.
The red side of light
The most flammable match,
Behind the most hidden mask.

A darkened hero,
Blood the temerature of zero.
The heart of a lion,
I am only trying,

To become a bit closer,
to ignore my poster.
To get the guts,
To say that I am nuts,

To you who I admire,
My want must be dire,
If I am willing to say,
What I am every day,

and Fall to the ground,
Twitching with odd sound,
when you walk away,
And your image stays,

In my little mind,
I am one of a kind.
Weird and strange,
Within your range.

If you want to reach me,
Call me when you want to be,
My friend and cute company,
Together we'll make a sweet symphony.



                                               - Scarlett S. Acetoxylate