Mirror, mirror, what do you see?

Empty eyes stare back at me.

So cold, and lost, all alone,

Quivering, trembling, edgy and prone.

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They don't hold fear, doubt, or pain,

Instead they seep out, like icy rain.

Tears of laughter, hope and dreams

Chilling marrow, and soulless keens.

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Ice eyes, black eyes, cold, frozen.

Dark, empty, nothing exposing.

Mirror, mirror, what can't I see?

When my dead eyes stare back at me.