Mirror Mirror

I didn't stop to think in all the years of chasing the truth what would happen when i found it. Every mirror broken, those in which i found myself left staring at the stars. now i am left with only one thought - the final reflection is ones own and its all that is left of the self - destroyed self. a twisted warped delusion of something i wanted to be a long time ago. dear god this is a deeply painful variance on madness. but not a madness i am keen to embrace. i want to smash this mirror but i cannot. if i destroy my reflection i will ultimately bind myself to an eternity undead. i am almost there in my thesis. but i am loathed to test out my theory on myself. still something deep within urges.