I look in the mirror

as I watch the blood

run down my face.

I touch the blood,

I taste the blood.

The blood is sweet and fresh.

I begin to rub my hands

through my hair of blood.

Blood drips out of my hair

forming a puddle beneath me.

Where I stand I look in the mirror

one last time before it shatters

piercing my body.

I drop to the floor on my knees

feeling the glass go deeper into my body.

I scream in agony and in pain.

I see a light.

I see the mirror as my way out.

I go into it, yet I donít.

Iíve shattered it with all my

pain and suffering.

Thereís no way out.