A Lost Hymn

Mirrors

I'm stuck in a whirlpool, you fight the pressure it makes you weaker as it drags you down,
Down to the bloody depths of the mind,
I'm crying as I feel myself go under,
Screaming above the surface but why do I do it?
You are the thought that haunts me daily, coming by whenever lately.
The fantasies of vomit run through my head, the thoughts of screaming so hard mirrors shatter beneath my feet.
It feels like I'm in a reality of mirrors,
Stuck in a panic with nothing helpful near.
My reality is a reflection of my inner self,
Then tell me why the mirror are screaming for help?
I cover my ears as the shriek shatters the atmosphere,
How in the hell do I get the fuck out of here?
Somebody tell me why I grabbed the shatters,
And turned pieces of a mirror into a dagger,
Dragged it across my skin, knowing I have committed a sin?
I get on my knees it's time to pray,
I cry out blood on this unholy day.
For my offerings I give you my guts,
Vomited them all off and it's still not enough,
Give me a roll of the dice, please just for once please treat me nice,
You are controlling and you are my demon,
I've done everything, help,
Before I give in.