Mirror

I look deep into my soul,
through my eyes.
Eyes shrouded in darkness,
yearning to see the light,
but never reaching it.
For the light can only comfort those of whom do not live in the dark.
My soul only knows darkness,
It only feels the cold,
As it has never embraced the light of day,
It has never felt the warmth of the sun,
It has never understood humanity's grasp on the world,
Nor its feeling of empathy,
Administered to the mortal mind as a device for comfort.
My soul cannot comprehend the world,
It cannot understand happiness.
For all it's felt are the ever healing wounds,
wounds deep inside.
My ash laden soul,
Burned and tortured over years.
And in those years it has aged,
beyond recognition.
My soul is forsaken,
And my body,
forever burning in the inescapable pool of fire.
To linger forever in agony.