Mirrors

This is one of my older poems...it amazes me how dark I was as a teenager.

Mirrors, Mirrors, down the hall, how much harder can I fall?

Memories from eternity all sleep here, even my deepest darkest fears.

Reflections of a life are passing here, turning deeper and deeper the knife.

Mirrors, Mirrors, down the way, how much more do I have to pay?

Mirrors, Mirrors, break you I shall; I don’t care about the blood for now.

I’ve lost my trust in all I see, you are the ones that did this to me.

A monster you’ve created and so you laugh, I’ll clench my fist…”Face my wrath!”

As blood drains down my arms, I smile and sneer, “What a charm!”

Mirrors, Mirrors, now a thousand shards, a thousand memories I now discard.

But I realize now, the err in my ways, I’ve just destroyed a million days.

Mirrors, Mirrors, pieces bathed in blood, now my deed is finally done.