Through The Looking Glass

I look into the mirror and see more than a reflection.

I look into my past and see more than just a child.

I look into the soul of a boy whos hopes once were.

I look into my eyes and see a puddle of demise.

I look into the barrel of an unloaded .45.

I look into my heart where dreams and the dead lie.

I look into the stained glass mirror and see colors covering a false truth.

I look into the light and see a blinding truth.

I look into myself where life and dreams flow.

I look into the chamber of a loaded .45.

I look into my eyes and see a courageous being.

I look into the soul of a hopeful young man. 

I look into my past and see more than just a boy. 

I look into the mirror and see one who has conquered dread.

I look at you the reader, and wonder who is dead.