AN: I know, I should be updating my other story, but I've been feeling kinda down lately. So this is what you get.
Mirror image
A shadowy figure reflected in me
Smiling so grotesquely, but only I can see
Residing in mirrors, in my head, in my dreams
Whispering so sweetly, it makes me want to scream
But I keep smiling, like nothing is wrong
He always stands, so silent and cold
Watching me constantly, as days unfold
No longer do I think I can pretend
We both know, soon, my life might end
And then he will take over
What does he want, what side will he take?
In this war, what's real or fake?
Everyone hates me, they've closed their doors
And broken glass rains down on the floor
Staining my hands with blood
He was a traitor to the other side
Yet in me he continues to hide
His whispery voice echoing in ecstasy
As my fingers brush ivory keys
And play the lullaby from long ago
For a moment today, he seemed to change
His ghastly form dimly flickering...how strange
He looked like a person, someone I couldn't name
His face was shielded, and it vanished as soon as it came
I felt like I knew him...
It's getting worse, I don't think I can last
This place isn't home, not like the past
My heart aches and cries for a friend
But I'm alone, and my heart won't mend
In the mirror, the shadow smiles
Stuck in a cell, under lock and key
I feel so cold, it's hard to breathe
My eyes are closing, losing their fire
How could it be, a few months prior,
My life hadn't felt so hopeless
Deep in my mind, the shadow takes my hand
He changes his form and slowly stands
I can see now, his golden eyes so full of light
His voice I used to hate, now warm and bright
"Hello, nephew"
His presence so loving, it makes me smile
Holding me close...I'll rest for a while
I'm sinking so fast, nothing seems to be real
Unknowing that soon, my life he would steal
"Why don't we have some fun?"
But that comfort is gone as quick as it crept
And chains pull me down, into darkened depths
His smile is now twisted, as my death draws near
I choke out a scream, but no one will hear
His blurry face is the last thing I see
In the cell, the figure slowly awakens
One eye gleaming gold, the other not quite taken
Breaking through the bonds, his head at a tilt
Chuckling softly, at the thought of the blood to be spilt
As one lone tear rolls down his face
And when the battle has ended, the survivors are there
Staring into the empty cell, hearts filled with despair
For on the wall, a simple message was found
Crimson red, shaky, from a soul that was bound
I'm sorry