I watch myself
Standing in cold blood,
smiling, showing no mercy, looking in a reflection.
Death, hate, anger,
and yet,
Joyful lunacy, pure excitement
is what's being reflected.
Bloody hand on bloody blade is
is raised into the air to stab
deep into the flesh of its wielder.
Falling, eyes wide, a soft smile on
slightly parted lips.
Sliding into cold blood in front of a mirror,
last breaths escaping,
real eyes looking into those of a reflection's,
I watch myself die.
