Reflection

Reflection
By: Adam M. Snow

From the vanity table, a mirror I held
glace upon extremely compelled.
A face has shown, was I yet not I,
it curses myself to die.

An image has shown shadowed a vision:
Ye or I inter sweet derision,
o'er thy pass of insanity wake
as much of pain as I could take.

The mirror is cracked; I am but no more.
My heart beats cold; my days be hoar.
I've fallen apart, gone and lost my way;
I'm but one in this blackened day.

My life's water has turned to mist,
I'm the one who cannot exist.
I am cracked in my own reflection
these wounds are signs of my affliction.

I am one in this reflection of two;
seeking to make my life anew.
I ask my reflection to be shown;
my truth, my past is left unknown.

I ask of thee, "Let me be but one,
so that I may be done."
My reflections strain drops of blood;
engulfed in life's lowly flood.

My eyes are stained as I lay cold,
I am weak-bound growing old.
My voice is muted, my heart now breaks;
my body's bounded but my soul aches.

To be upon a mirror image,
upon a worldly scrimmage.
My reflection does not show
this truth I do not dare to know.

My reflection is cracked; I am but no more.
my heart beats cold, my wounds are sore.
I've now fallen apart; I've gone lost my way;
I'm but one in a blackened day.

I long for amity among benevolence
a sought after among your prevalence.
I am now we, and we look back,
my ember morn has now grown so black.

A mirror is shattered, my image is not,
my demon has shown its devilish plot.
I've been raised yet again to have fallen-
My life, my heart be stolen.

My reflection in vision pains
showing I bound by my chains.
I be force to face myself in such state,
the mirror shows, it-is-my-fate.

My image is broken yet is whole,
I seek only for my life's role.
I'm reaching through out the dark,
my only light an ember spark.

Nevermore will my reflection show;
I'm lost with no place left to go.
The mirror's lust has felled;
is this not where I dwelled?

My tears are falling upon my reflection
this holds for me no resurrection.
This cracked mirror now shows only one;
the life in the mirror is nearly done.

My reflection is not new,
like the mirror it's turning blue.
I, myself gone insane,
I shall not lack in vain.

I am not myself let I be smite
this is the shine of evil's light.
I only love yet I still hate,
I know now it is my fate.

I feared myself, of who I am,
curse me now let thee be damn.
Bow ye not of I with shame,
I'm the one whom to blame.

I cannot live like the past
nor the future of all in vast.