Dead Reflection

While I look at myself,
In the mirror my reflection,
I begin to have a depressed recollection,
thinking of mistakes made that need a correction.
My mind and soul need an inspection,
rotting away they decay from infection,
Crumble to ruins my humble perfection,
my walls beaten down, I now have no protection,
from words of deceivers that have me asking questions,
I look for answers every last little section.

Then coming coming back, from my blind suppression,
Nothing left behind my eyes, displaying my hearts confession,
looking to deep into the soul of my Dead Reflection