(I stare into the looking glass)

I wait for it to shatter.

Nothing else has survived

My Raging Destruction.

Around me lay broken books,

Jewel cases, ripped up paper,

While the walls bear

'Signs of struggle:'

Blood spatter and scratches.

My knuckles bear bruises-

Swollen they bleed

But

But

But the mirror still stands

And

I

I

I steal a fleetingglance

Into thegreyabyss

And I look again

Again

Until

Until

Until I

I

I

Ifinallysee myself

Looking back at me.