MIRRORS OF DESPAIR

i stare into my face
we are connected by solitude
together tied in chains of despair
NOT A GLEAM OF HOPE
mentally enslaved nameless
having no future and no past
i look at myself from
the surface of a black lake

mirrors call
mirrors melt
mirrors take me out of here

what the silver moon sings about
in eternal collapse at night
what i am looking for
in the empty skies (empty like me)
a swallow of freedom sticks in my throat
when the sun goes down
in the mirrors of despair
there is only my face