Broken Mirror Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Feeding on this desperation.
Morbid are the contemplation.
Each waking hour it only get worse.
Walking amongst the truly cursed.
Please give me back the die, I want a retry.
Reason why the sky is falling line up in my head.
Where the fruits of our labors?
Lost among lost souls.
So powerless.
A transgression in dissection.
Under a microscope.
A deep inspection.
Yet there is too much conjecture.
As if this argument would solve anything.
Maybe it was one too many eggs in on basket.
The facet once open can not be stopped.
To much pressure, and all I want to do is walk away.
Into the sunset I fade.
A empire of nothingness.
Even my shadow is blaming me.
Pointing its middle finger in the upward position.
As a last salute.
Before the final impact.
The collision I was never expecting.
All known avenues were explored.
A sitting duck, stuck in such a rut.
A pig wallowing in his own the mud.
Be careful or you'll get the stink on you.
It is almost unavoidable for me.
But you still have chance.
Please don't sign up for this dance.
For it is the ugliness I can not stand.
It reminds me too much of looking in mirror.
Give me a name or brand for that I can handle.
Perpetually it is getting clearer.
And as this fog lifts I will become that one thing I hate most.
A parasite among an unwilling host.
A blood stain of a vermin sucking life blood out of others with no other choice.
And I'm hating myself for it.
All bets off, taking all the scrapes and scoffs.
Making the most of so many misfortunes.
Laughter is just in my nature.
Just give me a smile, and I will build you the entire Nile.
Give me purpose, and excel where ever I am at.
Take that away I will sing a tone so flat.
No pitch to speak of.
Dull and kind of obnoxious.
Scars scattered as ashes.
The raining volcano of my life.
Just give me the sweetest lullaby.
And maybe I can sleep a little easier tonight.