PSEUDO

Reflection of an image
Terminated the connection
Of which I only was
The unreal thing

Light waves as particles
Were hitting the body
Alive in ripples, mutilating
The flow abound

Scarcity of links
Didn't heed the urge, and
Some phantom bulged
Out of no where

Hence the approach
In jerk marinated
The whole sweat
Out of my bones

Void repented nothing.
So it was
Whom I invoked thus
Was my own pseudo