Halls of the Dark Muse

I Lost Half My Soul

I am broken
standing upon the shards of broken glass
I once believed
that I was bullet proof
and I watched the world
as it ricocheted away
while I remained unscathed
and laughing
at myself
and those whom once
believed they could
find the weak points in my armor casing,
but I caught a glimpse
of your reflection
in the mirror
staring through me,
and my eyes were yours.
My voice but a whisper
spoke with the weight
of a soprano's solo
the fractures slowly at first
than ever growing
spread like the veins of spider webs
and your image
began to fall away,
I could do nothing but watch
it sliding down the wall
erupting in so many
splintering shards
I would welcome the warm taste
of blood.
You who were like my shadow
and my soul,
have left me with this unfilled void,
and now when I try to seek
my reflection
like one of the dead
I know I will see nothing
but the hallow space
which once you occupied.