some bad stuff, ill write something happy or funny in a bit

my fists are drenched in my own reflection
been to long I have grown out of affection
into a darkness I hold close to heart and mind
spiraling down to where me they can't find
furious to my gain laughing at my pain
I'm only happy when I can see the rain
like a deamon in a mirror I see not my face
but these dark shadows my eyes chase
to spare my soul I keep my face to the sun
and try not to dig deep enough to when it begun
erase a life painted by a child
roaming free, fast, and truly wild
shame I think not
just trying not to find what I forgot
like two mirrors facing each other lifes memories are endless
each night my sin and anger I do confess
looking into my eyes threw slivers of glass
spread across my bed room floor in a mass
like Diamonds poured over velvet of black
these mirrors my fists attack
I can't stand to see what it has to offer
I'm cursed me through my father
to his DNA and family trates
my heart can't love it only hates
what I can never be or over come
hating only that or where I came from
taking and throwing to the ground
these shattered mirror's are the sound

reminds me of alot of my own poetry...the mood I mean, sometimes when the emotions are the strongest its so easy to write...