death — mirror

bones sticking out of their dome

blood and guts pouring down here

and her gaze of life replaced by empty fear

what did they call me and where did they go wrong

when they only tried to make me strong

but instead they made me a machine

cold and lifeless

my delight will come by the sunlight's spark

never thought i'd get so low and neither so far

line of blood on my hand remain as a scar

the man i killed had a child and a wife—

now i have taken away their life

i killed for money at my lowest time

and i still do

such a fragile thing, breaking down,

falling apart.

in the silence, your mind is filled with emptiness.

empty thoughts, empty faces.

hollow tears and tragic stages

of analyzing death

and then you realize—