Of my own making…

by angryhippie

The demon’s laugh
It drifts and swells
Taunting me
For I’m in hell.
Stranded there
For the breaking
In this doom
Of my own making.

Mirror, mirror,
Of this fall
Casting reflections
I can’t stall.
Bitter days
And lonely nights,
A pawn long lost
In this plight.
A fractured heart,
A true disservice,
To any but me
For I deserve this,
The painful wake
Washing me under
And I breath deep
Now torn asunder!

Mirror, mirror
Of this fall
Baring my tears
Baring it all.
Through the facade,
The fraud’s disguise,
I see the truth
I cannot deny.
The light of hope
Shining before me
Whose far reach
It was that tore me,
Scarred the pawn
And caused the breach,
Moving hope further
From my reach!

This fire’s wrath
I know too well
Paving this path
That leads to hell.
Searing choices
All overtaking
In these flames
Of my own making.

Mirror, mirror
Of this fall,
Am I these scars,
And that is all?
Am I more
Than all this pain?
A fading song’s
Last refrain?
For all I see
In this reflection
Leads me in
This dark direction
Fearing this fight
Cannot be won,
Fearing the sight
I have become!

The demon’s laugh
It drifts and swells
Taunting me
For I’m in hell.
Stranded there
For the breaking
In this doom
Of my own making.

Mirror, mirror
Of this fall,
Is this the fairest
Fate of all?
Or merely mine?
A heart that wilts,
By this design
That I have built!