Mirror

He stands there with blood on his hands,
a man laying infront of him,
He sees what he's done becoming eternally damned.
Staring at the body with one severed limb.

Slowly but surely the man will die,
the terrible misfortune thats been brought upon,
the man before him is starting to cry.
Though the truth will slowly dawn.

Himself he though, which brought an overall pain,
then noticing he was dying,
seeing his life with now nothing to regain,
with nothing to do but stay there lying.

It's his reflection that he sees,
flashbacks flowing through him.
the winter breeze, the falling leaves,
the flowers blooming, and sunlight dim.

Falling to the ground,
covered in the blood at the foot of his bed.
soon to be pronounced,
pronounced to be dead.