Broken Edges

In the corner the mirror sits,
All he hears is reflected memories.
Like broken tears,
They glisten.
As shattered remains fall,
He listens.

Still it rings in his head,
Memories shouted from the dead.
What he wanted, he didn't receive.
As his past lives to deceive.

Broken remains on the floor,
He begs them to scream no more.
Plaguing his thoughts,
The past.
Each breath he draws,
Closer to his last.

In his hands he holds the key,
To silence the screams,
Of his broken memory.
Smiling as he holds it high,
The shard of his haunts eye.

Like shouts of a fire,
His memories sing him one last choir.
The plaguing haunt closes it's eye,
All that's left is the will to die.

Cloaked in a shroud of black,
He dares to look back.
What he receives is a threatening roar,
With him, his haunt, forever more.