i looked in the mirror once and spoke never again

my knuckles bloodied

my appetite unsatiated

as i drag my lifeless former

to his unmarked grave

it started nonsensically

he seemed so ill

something i could fix

there was a hole i could fill

his eyes resembled

something like a doe's

an impenetrable void

as i gazed into my own

so with knuckles like glass

our fists met, leaving gashes

his cheeks swollen

those doe eyes wept

and with a mercy blow

i destroyed what was left

i killed a man(myself)

i just wish to repent

bring mercy to the mirror

and those seven years left

bad luck have mercy on my soul

those doe eyes i just couldnt accept