When I look in the mirror
What do I see?
Do I see a man without a face
Or do I see a face without a man?

A fly buzzes around my head
Unable to land anywhere
My head has exploded off my shoulders
The remains lay smeared across the walls

I know it made me sick
Somethings that end this way
Losing while never gaining
The one I love

Meeting in the dark
Usually only myself in the mist
My hatred is a mixed tonic
Within the dementia

Watching every evening from my perch
The canary without a voice
Fuming gas from below my tree
But I rarely see your image

The window is fogged more often than not
And I realize the truth sometimes
But I’d rather forget
I fly back every night to watch again

The mirror never lies
The face I see is mine
But there is no glass left
My image shattered in my flesh