I lost the thought,
to know the name,
of my reflective self,
an image of me,
his face all twisted,
his eyes empty,
a blissful existence,
of someone not me,
a hidden self,
only I could see,
answers lost in the insanity,
of forever spoken,
the mirror broken,
but whole to me,
for it was all I could see,
fragile is the hand,
of the killer inside me..