Perfect Mirror

I am a perfect picture The background bloody skies The centre full of angels But the foreground steals their eyes A massacre of demons An agent with a smile The scars depict an empty vessel And the shroud depicts denial I hold a dream of hatred I raise my glass to hope I promise I will wake up When the darkness throws a rope I am a perfect poem The words were never there Only people standing silent As the paper makes them stare A silence full of reason A tear for the cost Every second they are breathing Is another meaning lost We held the dream of hatred It poisoned every hope We could promise that we’d wake up But we’d need to steal another’s rope I am a perfect mirror I reflect what you’ve become I am the disconnected If only so I never turn and run