Torn

As I walk through this hall of mirrors I see all of me, all of my emotions surround me.

I stare into my reflections of love, hate, happiness, and sadness.

I see the aversion of me, all of my iniquity, the physcotic, cynical, depraved, frantic side of me, and it shatters.

I stare into a black mist and all of my pain becomes emblematic.

As I fade I bleed black tears that stain my shattered reflection