Tell me Mirror
What do you see?
My past?
Or a future me?
I see my self
Lying peacefully
A winters frost
Covering
My grave
And no more choices
To be made
no more blood
no more scars
on my skin
no more marks
I'm sleeping
No longer
Am I weeping
Dreaming only
Of what I'm seeking
And I seek you, mirror
So does
that make me...
Dead?