My End

So is this where we are now?
Is this where we want to be?
Are we charming our way out of
Something we fail to see?

Is it a poem made of questions?
Can it be something more than that?
Could you look and me and smile?
No, can I have my money back?

Is it just me, or do you taste metal?
Does the heat of it burn your skin?
Do you sit back with a bottle of something
Pretend you're not the weakest sin?

Are we looking in the mirror now?
Two of us, or one at a time?
Do you sit back and scream away
At another decorated mime?

Can you hear the sounds of echos
In that empty heart of yours?
Can you hear the sound of poison
Dripping through your pores?

Do you think that we both know?
Have you thought of an answer yet?
I was wondering, could you tell me?
How much was I worth the bet?

Reader, Reader, can you hear me?
Would you die for a friend?
Do you know my answer to the final question?
Did you know that here's my end?

Written for a contest