The Mirror

Is this the start,
Or os this the end
Perhaps somewhere in between
Through the wooden frames, where will I descend?

Will it be good,
Will it be bad,
Will I go insane,
Or will I be sad?

I press my fingers through the cold glass once more
A metallic taste runs through my mouth
Shivers slide down my spine
I enter a new life, how much more divine?

I pass from this world
Through a misty mirror
My reflections are so clear
I see nothing, have I disappeared?

I see nothing
But can you see me?
This darkness so crystal clear
Enveloping my vision

I try to open my eyes
To see the beauty I once saw
Like I tried to open my heart
‘Twas the worst flaw

My angel who once stood by me
Has changed into someone else
Her voice a razor blade
Cutting me so deep I go insane

If only she could see
A reflection so clear
Look how you affected me

Now I’m left with only a reflection
A mirror image in my mind
Haunting me in my sleep
This one image, all I can find…

©Ben.S 2005-04-19