Brittle

Looking into the mirror and what do i see
burnt,blackened shadows staring back at me.
I lean and gaze closer as they motion for me,
They reach out and caress my face with fingers
of Ice, their flesh so brittle it leaves flakes.
The touch is haunting yet the feeling I embrace,
I close my eye's and feel the breath of death,
I devour the feelings so empty and cold.
I Long to have no breath , Im already dead inside,
its such a rush to not have air to breathe,
Come on take me into what you are,
I'm done with this fight and I'm ready to begin
the journey you have invited me in.
Pull my body in but leave me out,
take my life but leave the rest,
im tired and just wished I was history.
I want to die cause death must be better than this.