Reflection
These eyes are empty
So is this home
Furniture dusty
I am alone
The kitchen is quiet
No electrical hum
There is no time
I am no one
The fridge is empty
No food in sight
Whole house is dark
There is no light
The windows are covered
With dust and with time
Why am I here?
Goodness or slime?
This life is pointless
Every thought filled with strife
What’s that in the corner?
The hilt of a knife
What if I did this?
Would it be fair?
Who would mourn me?
Would anyone care?
I raise it to face me
My life’s rejection
I see someone strange there
It is my reflection
It's a Jungle in Here 