Inside of his eyes his innocence runs around.
Lost within this spinning thrown;
of apathy and ignorance.
Staring misery in the face at every glance he takes upon his own reflection looking back in the mirror.

The time elapses and then he sees the pain that he's given her.
Frustration building up in his lungs and Escaping through his fists.

It shatters.

Pieces of himself lay across the ivory whirlpool thats holding him-
Up up and away that feeling goes as his knuckles cry while he looks back to the mirror.

Misinterpreted illusions that mirror brought to his vague opaque mind making his thoughts and actions spin out of control.

Maybe she was right and he is the problem,
or maybe shes wrong and he's nothing but the monster inside her.
Scratching at the surface and polishing her eyes-
waiting to succumb to the lies that she's telling herself he is.

But he's not a monster and shes just an illusion,
An illusion the mirror brought.
But that silver plated glass has shattered,
So now those eyes of her's shall dull.

                                                 Alysia Marie 2014 ©