Mirror, mirror, what do you see?
Empty eyes stare back at me.
So cold, and lost, all alone,
Quivering, trembling, edgy and prone.
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.
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.