• In the mirror, what do you see?

    I see a wave of constant pain
    One fit for demons of Hell
    Falling down to hit the ground
    Like the dime of a wishing well.

    I see a soul, lost and grieved
    With nowhere to run or hide
    The only thing left in its life
    Is the amount of time to bide.

    I see a boy, dressed and black
    With scars across him arms
    With a dead look in his eyes
    To himself more he harms.

    I see a tree of deadened leaves
    And a trunk made out of stone
    Under the tree marked by grief
    A boy sits all alone.

    I see a knife dipped in death
    With blood along the blade
    Searing flames come from his hand
    He wished he would have stayed.

    I see a dark cloud above
    Raining its sorrowful tears
    The boy then stands to fade away
    Taking only his fears

    I see the boy all alone
    Wishing he would have died
    So I walk into the glass frame
    And stand right by his side.

    I see the empty life I had
    From which I have gone
    To start a new life inside
    The mirror of no dawn.

    Many would look upon this land
    As a tomb of pure exile
    But the best thing that I see
    Is when that boy shows a smile.