Deadbolt the Backward - Intellectual

In the attic hid by rot

The ulcer took my father into hell

Into the glass Kairos infection

A portal into the young limbs hunger

Melted sands of time built before earth mimicking life

Opening the gate into the seven kings reflective backward

Behold the frame of all things gone and not yet made

You can be the catalyst to unveil its grandeur

These are the words my father told me

Death will run whеn it sees your reflection

Beyond thе coat of metal that the pane adheres to

Is a land uncharted unlike any you could dream of

None could brace for the galactic impact of what came

Immediately teleported into the mirror

My father was taken but his image remained

Gone for days or eons I waited

Then finally when I climbed down the ladder of the attic

I found my family dead and rotted

What had made them paralyzed and locked in contorted positions?

Is this real life or am I trapped in an endless dead reflection?

A flood of new memories hits me

I had reshaped their limbs and then left them

Was this the mirror's will?

I'm crawling back into the attic to deadbolt it

Deadbolt the reflective backward

I can't leave them here like this

My conscience will not let me

Did my mother want a burial or cremation?

I will dig a pit beside the fig tree

Where she'd lay to relieve her pain

I'll bury my siblings with her

And I remain but the rest are gone, their death incepted

At the very second that my father exhumed the enemy of linear time

The outside is gone

The backward will not let me leave

I carry all their bodies into the kitchen

Lifting up the curtain finding only black beyond the window

I break the glass and a wretched light

Drowns me in a vibrant blinding ocean

I fill up with a dark and viscous liquid

Next to my mother, brother and my sister

They woke to drowned for decades with me in this well

Living an eternity in the ulcer

How do I escape to deadbolt the backward hell?

We're one and the same

I and the refracting entity

We're one and the same

Split by the edge of the prism in front of me

I sink into pain

Knowing they're gone up there but remain alive here

I pull the black out of my mouth and climb the attic ladder

The glass had taken over

My father melting in it

Writhing and raveling

Vomiting up his skin

Turning into towers of sinew

His many eyes twitching in agonized unison

The glass had taken over

My father melting in it

Writhing and raveling

Vomiting up his skin

Turning into towers of sinew

His many eyes twitching in agonized unison

Hold the frame of all things gone and not yet made

You can be the catalyst to unveil its grandeur

These are the words my father told me

Death will run when it sees your reflection

Beyond the coat of metal that the pane adheres to

Is a land uncharted unlike any you could dream of

None could brace for the galactic impact of what came

Open the refracting ulcer

Unlock the reflective backward