Mirrors - 1. Chapter 1

An Obituary by Two

I looked at myself
Does it really go to waste?
Its already dug
All that's left is the lowering,
Of the last thing that I will ever pay for.
Windy earth, flies from my fingers
to rest on the cold wood
I guess its goodbye to you after all
Seen you in the mirror all my life
When I loved you,
They called it vanity
When I helped you,
I was selfish.
When I hurt you,
they called me a Masochist
Now I wonder,
Did I really love you so much?
Now they are lowering me.
I look up and see all the faces...
A tear seeps through the wood
is it you?
I hear them say,"look,he is going down".
I walk away,and get into the car.
They come after me,again.
"Hey.they are burying him", they say.
"Wont you stay?"
"He was your best friend!"