Mirrors

With revulsion and reluctance you look
Into my surly eyes. Have you read them by now?
Ah! while they scorch into bloody red,
You still stand before them and dare
To earn their wrath. Poor living cells in them.
They are at their deadly high. Born and out.
At once. They do not blink at my rhyme
Nor they at all close and give up.
After all what are they when there is nothing
To hide in them, nothing to protect.
What all can escape escaped.
What all can bleed them bled them.
Poor mirrors. They showed my world in them.
A small world though. They are crass anyways.
So I did them.
With bluntest of my knives.
They were searching for pain. Where it went?
Not up there but down right there.
When heart is pierced already, what more can be?
I still see something. Though far off.
Is it you and me? Never mind. Who's me? No one.
Well if there are nights anymore I'll live in dark.
And if there are any days... Well dark again.
One in one out. Well played world.
A pawn and that's all you'll lose. You lost.