Relfection

My eye's burn.

Tears leaving trails of blood down this scared portrait.

I dig my nails deep into my flesh feeling the pain and anger grow
as fresh crimson life nectar spurts from the wounds.

A cry for help?

I look at the monster in the mirror, wild eye's, seething grin.

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him" I repeat over and again.

He reaches out beckoning me to him,"I want to help"

"Liar!!" I screamed, spitting blood in his face, forgetting the glass barrier.

"Trust me." He said placing his palm flat upon the glass.

Unsure of myself I raised my hand to match his own.

Then pain, great unimaginable amounts of agony that seemed to go on for a lifetime.

Nothingness . . .

I open my eye's to a veil of darkness. Looking around I see a mirror and in it myself, yet not myself.

Him. . . He stands there mocking me with his grin.

He waves goodbye and and disappears taking with him the only source of light.

I scream and pound upon the glass but to know avail.

I'm alone. Forever alone. . .