It pools around my feet
Warm around my toes
I feel like I'm asleep
Wrapped in tenacious shadows

My thoughts muddled
I want the cold mirror
In my hand it's huddled
But I need it to be clearer

Not even a mirror
That shows my reflection
But something nearer
To carving my skin

It glitters in my sight
Glistening with cold intent
It catches the light
It teases and torments

Nothing can stop me
Nothing holds me back
Unchained, I am free
I must not look back

The cold mirror dips
Sinks into skin
Painfully it rips
And the flow of blood begins

Again pooling at my feet
My toes are stained red
I must be asleep
Or maybe I am dead