Mirror's Face

My eyes beam off the mirror of self-deface,
Retracting the shine of a far finer fate,
If I step through it's portal I know I will not return.
My pores will be unplugged, my beauty will fleet
And my skeleton will fall in fracture to the ground,
Beseeching its closet where I kept it so well hidden.
Until the mirror dissected my face;
An autopsy of deceit, reaching into my pocket,
Retrieving out my truth, the truth I only knew in fable.
The mirror knows, it knows your face
As little as it knew mine.

From the shadows of the lurking dim,
I see a crystal meth heart cast to Him, to Him,
My gaze swallows now your sweet face,
Eyes hollowed out, sockets sunken sultry
Lips as pale as dead, croaking with the songs of Styx.
You are Death, my dear, but you are Love!
How often I’ve dreamt of you;
In sleep, in slumber, I’ve wished for you.
How often I’ve seen you behind my putrid pulpils
Alongside my reflections of sorrow.
Oh, hide me from the mirror lies
Dissemble me in your cloak of disguise
My Darkling, your eyes are dancing with blood,
The tears burn down in a fiery dissolve,
Let me lick them away in succulent secrecy.
Let’s runaway, let’s runaway!
Let us elope into the grave.