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As I gazed upon the mirror,

The reflection was now broken glass.

What I had held so dearly,

Now lingered within my past.

I snatched a shard from the floor,

As tears stained my cheek.

Ruby blood had painted the glass,

While I stood unable to speak.

I closed my weeping eyes,

and fell upon my knees.

And there I sat upon the floor,

Feeling God's wicked disease.

My head pulsated violently,

with its throbbing pain,

As another hour swam by,

Until it drove me insane.

As I collapsed into the tiles,

Which contained a stinging cold.

How I wanted just to lie there,

Until I had grown old.

The knife of God's trust,

Had struck me in the chest,

As I laid there,

Sulking and depressed.

How I wanted to die,

Like my blood to wither away.

To loiter as a ghost,

And haunt beings as a stray.

Reality slipped away,

As I resumed my lonely dream.

I had been ensnared,

And couldn't help but scream.

To scream out every worry,

Every stress that came to mind.

I wanted to live out my job,

Of which God had me assigned.

But tough was my journey,

And I thought of giving in.

I wanted to die,

And indulge in my sin.

To die a lonely child,

Was what I had thought.

Not even making it to twenty,

Was what dreams had brought.

Now it seems that something,

A simple mortal boy.

Had turned my life around,

And lead me into joy.

My burning heart desired,

A simple touch of lips.

How badly I wanted to recieve,

A chance at lovers kiss.

Though destroyed and collapsed,

I began to rebuild.

A hole within my soul,

And suddenly been filled.

The palace of my heart,

Opened wide its golden gate.

Finally I had found,

The reason for my wait.

I gained the strength,

To live out my life.

I picked myself up off the floor,

And pushed away the knife.

I cleaned my tears,

And I washed my face.

I escaped my grief,

Until everything was in place.

Content with what I have,

Though as little as it may be.

I have something much better,

which everyone can see.