Days after days
I see an empty man in the mirror
With scary face
With illusive smile
Days after nights
I see a man in the mirror
With his eyes stare at me
And me gazing at me through him
Rises again from his own ash
And continues his life with a dash
I feel someone back on me
So I never look back
Not to be frightened by an
Another shadow of me
In a dark room at night
When a vicious spirit tries to pull out my last remained stamina
And swallows my head in the blood bathtub
Oh, no, please no
My spirit is dedicated to you
And everything I used to do
My soul is dedicated to you
But after I know
Who (is) you
And who is who?
A tribute to someone special to you. I like the emotion and the release in these words
you already answered it, who is who as A is A, B is B,1 is 1, who is who...if who is kinda of a name, so it is who...if who is your soul, it is your own soul...its not mirror that is telling you but your mind to accept..nice work_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the mirror the perception of mind... shadow replies through itself... very well and full proof...10/10