What I See

A darkened figure in the mirror
My black-clad body and hazel iris
Glowing ocmplection,
Yet I see more
Past the surface, deep wihin
Complexx thoughts of mindless bleeding
A weary heart forced into beating
A powered soul that won't stop running
On my endless feul supply
Stocked with emoby lullabyes
A dying sonnet, written in gore
It's what I see, do you see more?