There's nothing left to say.
These tragedies.
I looked inside and I've found.
I've awakened from that dream.
There are no odds left to face.
Shattered fantasies.
Like the switchblade in your hand.
Just cut me from this life of agony.

For innocence and inner strength.
This blackened heart will find a way.
To caste the world and kill the pain.
This blackened heart in blood remains

A broken man in the mirror.
So bruised and battered.
He asks the questions they fear.
So they pretend like nothing matters.
He hides behind walls of pain.
His grip of fear.
Still the song remains the same.
And love lies bleeding here.

good poem.. I like it

A bruised man in a broken mirror..

thank you muchly people

Good reflection of what we can never really see in the mirror.
You have been keeping in form I read,lol...cool.
Im like 8 months out of doing much..

Nicely written.

Look deeper in the Mirror
A journey of ones Soul
Shadows of pain,, Shadows of Hope
Believe,, awwwwwwwww yes I see the Calm