I look in the broken mirror
and realize the mirrors not broken, but my soul
The edges evil black and crumbled.
Like a sickness it's ever growing, breathing, living.
I stand there watching it grow.
Hoping it's consumption is near.
My hoping is never granted a reality.
My eyes, no longer crisp, bright emeralds
Now are hallow and gone.
Not wanting this ending to come to pass,
I make a decision.
Finally, a decision on my own!
Walk out and never look back!!!!!
