The Mirror

I sit here before this mirror

Wishing for an image that severs

The bond that doesnt exist

and didnt ever...

I sit here before the mirror

Seeing what I dont want to see

The pain that I cause you all...

Its the pain that I hold inside

The pain that makes me cry

its everyday that I make my way

And a little bit of the old me dies

Its the perpetual sting of the bee

and the constant presence of the needle

Its the crimson drops that paint the floor

Its the image of which I abhor

I sit here before this mirror

This window to another world

Wishing to see another image there

One that didnt wish to unfurl

Screaming silently for the pain to stop

I destroy the window to the other world

Now with me there, no one else can walk...

The mirror with its taunts

Its teases, and its jaunts

Its lies and its haunts

Showing me what I dont want

I'm going to be for real

Be truthful, and continuously

strike the deal

I watch this mirror image

wishing that it wasnt so shrill

Maybe I just want to stay sane

Perhaps, ignore the call of my name..

Darkness falls...

Sickness came...

Im falling down...

It's all the same.

AN: Hope you enjoyed it...