Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Should I hold on or embrace the fall?
Endless time within my eyes
Aging face, forgotten lies
Survival of the darkest soul
Rope thrown down the deepest hole
Sadness turns to epiphany
Of pain in places I cannot see
I hear your jokes, I hear your laugh
As I compose my epitaph

Mirror, mirror in front of me
Reflection of a self I can no longer be
Transformed into a greater whole
I've learned that this pain is the essence of my soul
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I leave behind this world of rage and lust
I turn away from what's been said and done
And embrace this thing which I have become
No regrets on wasted time
What once was loved was never mine

Mirror, mirror tell me what's in store
For this life I've created, for this existence I abhor
I swim in suffering, I bathe in sorrow
My eyes too weary to see promise for tomorrow
But still, this light, a shard of hope
It keeps me alive, it helps me to cope
Clinging to falsities and grasping at illusion
The blackest weakness...my heart's contusion...