my eyes stare back
from the reflection in the glass
physical form in 2D
there's no real mass
in the backward me
I raise my arm
so does she
there's no true harm
in the insubstantial me
are my eyes so cold
my face so pale
break eye contact look away
this time it won't fail
I almost wish that i could live
be around to see the scars
but i can't wait anymore
blood so red last I see
I'm nearing the stars
carry my reflection with me