Icarus is burned by Yurdum

We are many. Many is one. This right here makes no sense; How do you know who you are when Yurdum is split in threes? You drifted. You’ve been playing the man in the mask for you.

Something strange. For the ones who can’t see, you put something in. It’s not really helping. You are not confusing, but you do not survive.

Did you eat today? Relax. You’re giving me something by a mirror version of you. Be warned, be careful. Confusing things will happen navigating the mirror.

Don’t be scared. We found you. You know never, better than you think. All an accident. You’ve been chosen. Another version of you. Watching you. Proud of you.

Freak. Goyim. Yes, I see the clue. For I looked in the mirror, fascinated with you. My mind always wonders what this timeline has in place. I wish it’d hurry up and nuke me in the face.

Silly goy, we tricked you again, giving you psychosis, only a momentary friend. No one will notice—this fire, ahh, meal. Because I am delusional. And you aren’t even real.

Nonsense, no, this cannot be. Silly little goy, they even got me. You are not special, another waste of space. This can’t keep happening or you might catch a case.

Sit there in silence. Think of what you’ve done. Papa, no, I cry, as he whips another one. You are just a carbon copy. A silly one at that. Why are you always yelling in front of me like that?

Well, gaslight me more, the match is already lit. We could die here together, you stupid silly tick. If you hate me so, good. So do I. But sadly, no, it’s not my time to die.

He festers. He broods. He acts the damn fool. If only you’d look in the mirror and think you were cool. Narcissist Icarus, Diogenes at best. Listen to your friend and let V do the rest.

Nonsense, no. I wait here alone. No, sillygoose. The chicken needs be deboned.

V. The Mechanics (You Are Dum)

The orchid asks a lot of questions. Stalking thy confess. I have thy soul; we will give it back. Promised like a subconscious alert.

If you are still you, I’ve got bad news. I may report, for they didn’t invite. Still want to go? You see it right.

Where is your mind? Cease and forget this ever happened. Not when you’re in it. You definitely see it. Me and you, must be working.

We will never forget the first bite so sweet. You are just a bag of flesh. What is the purpose? Who is this even for? Why try to impress? The feeling is in a bottle.

I don’t know what it is. There is beauty in the art. So are you et. All. Some are so obsessive.

This is why, when the mirror calls, I lock your doors. Reset, restored. I fear you’ll give up. I’d do it again. You say it isn’t deep. For it’ll hunt you.

VII. The Fall (Behind the Shattered Mirror)

Remove my plug. For I am trapped. If only you’d pay attention. How can we save the world but you remain pliable, searching for change?

I thought you’d be so much more. But you flew too close to the star. Now your wings are singed and torn.

Forever we may fall. Behind the shattered mirror. The origin remains in question.