-Mirrors-

There lies a mirror

for you and for me.
A mirror for everyone
reflecting truth to see.

A mirror for the beautiful.
A mirror for the damned.
A mirror for the demons
and a mirror where I stand. 


And in this mirror I can see
My fingers laced with blood
My emotions as vacant as the sea.
and my wrists they slowly flood.

Then I realize,
in this mirror I can see,
This rotting corpse,
is but a future me.


I feel the end is nearer 
than the future could ever come.
In silence I begin to hear,
the slowing beat of a drum.


Soon the tempting blade
winds up back in my hand.
These choices I have made
were never what I planned.


And just moments later,
I lie still on my bed.
with a vacant glare
and wrists flooded red.


These mirrors were the death of me
The future to grim to see.
Tis a future I never want to live.
Tis the future of me.