On the other side I can see him  
  
Neither here nor there...  
  
Perhaps somewhere in between...  
  
Maybe even just... A dream?  
  
My tears are his laughter  
  
Pushing thoughts from my mind and into his own  
  
He takes the stand  
  
An audience of one, I am forced to watch the show alone  
  
With mirrored eyes I can see only but a reflection  
  
...Not of me but rather something-- Or someone else...  
  
Like premonitions of death the pictures are dark  
  
But with the curtain uncalled "the show must go on"  
  
His porcelain doll eyes yield no remorse...  
  
A life left un-lived these visions run their course  
  
Sacrificing love for life  
  
I was forced to watch my mother die  
  
Left behind, a soul by thine own hand...  
  
A darker chapter still left to see?  
  
Or am I simply catching a glimpse of what could of been?  
  
A "dark passenger" I'm seeing just the same...