#4chan post

This poems been fuckin' with me 'cause I knew who read it originally but I couldn't find the video 'till now.

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There are no fish in Mirror Lake. They all died and washed up on its shores. The people in town won't believe me but I saw them flood the beach. Their bodies were rounded up and eaten by the creatures in the woods. The bones that were left and buried in the sand, but no one will come to see them. The fisherman lost interest in the lake long ago.

No-one comes to Mirror Lake anymore except for us lonely few who live on its edge. The others that live on its shore say that the fish are still alive. But I know the truth. There are no fish in Mirror Lake.

There is no life in Mirror Lake. Every ounce of living flesh tried to escape, the fish and the toads, the bottom-dwellers and the reptilian, everything that once tried to survive in Mirror Lake has failed. Now all that stays is the cold dead plants and the rotting bodies of the deceased.

If you speak to the others around the lake, they will tell you that the lake is filled with life. They say that the fish and toads are all around, that the bottom-dwellers and reptilian are only hiding. But I know the truth. There is no life in Mirror Lake.

There are no waves on Mirror Lake. its water stays still through violent wind and pouring rain. A pebble can stir no ripples on its surface. A boulder would only sink calmly into its murky depths.

The people believe that its surface moves, the others on the surface on its edge say it moves as much as ever. But I have watched the water, and I know the truth. There are no waves on Mirror Lake.

There are no reflections on Mirror Lake. There is only the opaque, pitch on its surface. Your image will not show on Mirror Lake if you look from above. The many trees and few houses are not displayed on its still water.

The people in town do not dare look at the murky water in Mirror Lake, and the others that live on its edge say that they see the reflections on its surface fine. But I have stared into Mirror Lake for hours, and I know the truth. There are no reflections on Mirror Lake.

Mirror Lake is dead. Its water is deep and unmoving. Its life has all dried up. There is nothing left in Mirror Lake, but I still do not dare look out my window at it at night, for I might see something that stirs its waters.