Innocence Reflected

There is a mirror in that wall
It is blank… bare and cold
So common… so innocent (too innocent)
Still it is stretching its arctic fingers
To cruelly clasp my soul in a lethal embrace
Although a glacial feeling blazes my brain,
I still detect the maddening pounding of my heart.
I struggle to yell, but it is hopeless
I struggle to move but the reflecting glass
Purely smirks at my frantic efforts.
I struggle to turn, struggle for freedom
It is useless, all hope is gone
I can't breathe any more
My spirit is dying of freezing emptiness.
I fall into blackness at last
I welcome it with a grateful smile from my corpse
Just a final glimpse at the mirror…
So common… so innocent (too innocent)
There is a mirror in that wall…