Reflection of Transparency

I'm standing here staring in the mirror. I can't stand the image portrayed. A figure wrapped in a vest of flesh, but empty it is, living without an organ in its chest. I am soulless like roadkill. Must be, to allow the birth of tragedy from the womb of love. I've walked among the souls with melodic heartbeats that sang gospels without even speaking a single word. Or maybe I just couldn't hear the lyrics because they were only meant to be felt. And when I look upon my flesh I see veins, but the nerves of sensory and emotion aren't felt. My vision of sympathy and empathy are transparent. I am possessed by the inhumane spirit of a specimen whose alienation is love. This is the only justifiable answer to the question that I could possible scrape up. I deserted the love of my life at the time that she was parched from the stress that sucked her dry and thirsting for the indisputable love that every soul deserves. Especially her. She's something like an angel. I misused her trust for deception and played with her heart as if they were piano keys. Striking each note until a soft tune of rhythmic blues resonated within her heart. I clipped the wings from her back and allowed her to spiral to a crash landing into the depths of bane. I couldn't sense that she only spread her wings to help me incline me to new heights, yet I only helped her endure decline to new lows. The thoughts running through my mind maintain their endurance with consistency. Until this day, they have yet to cease and retire. The image in the mirror is beginning to fade to ghost. It took me way too long to realize that she was a major part of me. And as she drifts further from my grasp, I lose more and more of myself. Soon she will be gone forever. And there will be nothing left in sight, because there will be no me.