This is a poem that I wrote some time last year in 2004 when I lost sight of who I was or who I was trying to be. This poem was wrote from my own personal experiences from deep within my heart and soul. This poem conveys how I felt back then and sometimes still do. How I felt so unaware of the very person staring back at me from the mirror and how I didn't want to be her anymore. How I just wanted to somehow get to her to tell her that everything was going to be alright. But in my heart I knew somehow that nothing was right anymore or real in this world and just wanted to give in to the burning fire of death as warm and loving as it was. To finally be set free.
"Death Blooms, in the Mirror"
I stared at myself in the mirror,
Trying to recognize this girl resembling somewhat of what I use to.
Though, I didn;t recognize her battered soul, or her lonely woeful cry.
Those dark green eyes, so distant,
Call for me from afar.
Looking so cold and hollow into my soul it seemed.
Haunting me.
Laughing.
I reached out to her reluctantly but she seemed so far away.
She made no motion, made no sound.
She just stood there staring at me,
All alone.
I called to her with a frozen voice
Yet no response I did receive.
Surrounded by clouds of darkness she knows nothing of what;s real.
Her nightmares will forever be deep, dark secrets that she alone must bare.
A single tear rolls down her check,
As she stares down to the floor.
Her only friend is a silent sleep that she wishes be everlasting.
No home is left for her, her Heaven;s been destroyed.
Demons of her own making, though once have been despised
Nothing;s left now.
She can no longer breath.
No longer struggle to survive.
Comforts of the past turn to forgotten memories.
The black hole of fire grows near.
Succumbing to its warmth she follows it,
I right by her side.
Nothing can hurt us anymore
Or penetrate our hearts.
Lost within the warmth of the crimson fire
I am finally sent free,
Fading away from this world of pure unrepentant agony.
