Half of what I was,
What I am.
See the broken,
Saddened smiles.
Roses wilt,
But bloom now,
Happily.

Half of
What I
See
Saddened,
Roses
But bloom
Happily.

what I was,
am.
the broken
smiles
wilt
now

I am scared.
Hands and ankles clasped to a metal table,
White-washed walls inspire spasms of uneven breaths,
Irregular heart-beats,
Body and mind unsynchronized
My thoughts flying faster
As my pulse slowly falters.
I am dying.
Slowly.

Close my eyes and brace against the bite
As you break
Every bone
In my body.
I breath slowly..Inhale, and lament screams unholy
While I hear you laughing, ripping at my chest coldly.
I collapse in on myself,
Blood, guts, and gore spilling contents onto the white-washed floor, until
I breath
No more.

Just before I take leave of this world
I open my eyes to find that of my demise-
I see
A mirror.