Unfinished rhythm

Feel no sorrow for the dieing flame
For he'll give no mercy in return,
You'll burn just the same.

Wake up to the smell of decaying dreams,
Reality is truth,
more bitter than the finest creams.

Regret me nots and second thoughts,
Reverse and flip it over,
Is where Im caught.

Shattered mirror with twisted outlooks,
Lying in my way,
Screaming from the oldest books.

Within midnight shadows by starlight,
My heart beats,
Though I cower before no might.

Too dull to make me bleed
yet sharper than rhyme,
This is my dream,
Poetic crime.