mirror 2

It calls to me, yet again
The mirror
The mirror that keeps my secret
From all eyes but my own

It haunts me, all the same
The mirror
The mirror that holds my past
From all ears, but mine

So I look at it
It reflects not my face
But hers, my eternal muse

She looks at me
With eyes dark
Corrupted by hatred and lust
Caused by me

So I see past it
The face made of hatred and glass
I stare past it
And see what I crave

She wishes it, not I
So I look at my instruments
That which causes pleasurable pain
Or it that numbs all
But my sorrow

She wishes it, not I
So reach past
And grab that which I crave
That which numbs all
But the sorrow that plagues me

So I indulge in the ultimate sin
It numbs me
All but the sorrow
That is ever present

The cold floor comforts me
And as my thoughts darken
I see her face
As she smiled

She wished for my death
I craved the numbness
From the sorrow
That never fades