Reflection

Oh, the sorrow,
How it shines through mine eyes,
Each dream I have lost,
Has stained my cheek,
Each knuckle is bruised,
And the flesh has been tattered.

Shyly, like a wild rabbit,
My boneless soul,
It gazes through the gashes,
Only hinting at a desire it cannot obtain.

The mirror,
The Mirror standing before me,
Covered in blood,
Reveals my dread reflection.
And my own eyes betray me,
For what it beholds,
Is filled with undaunted hate.

Can I ever be free?
Free from this prison,
From my reflection.