Same Old Me

Reflection of myself. Self-poem.

Same old me. 

Dull eyes, dull life. Cold soul and no light in these dark eyes. 

Same old me. 

The light has faded, no mirth no joy. 

Same old me.

 Lift up my sleeve and there's my joy. My vision is red then pink. That's the light I see. 

 The flame ignites with each stroke of my blade. 

Same old me?  

The me I used to be died some time ago. But you who does not see, sees the same old me.