He stares in a mirror through eyes clogging tears
a smirk persisting alongside; a dead, worthless sneer.
He stares hard yet recognizing not the man he sees
recognizing that man is a desperately elevated dream of his
He wonders if his deeds - reflected - are right
he betrayed his friends, he abandoned his wife
reasons always lurk in the pits of the mind
yet so dark? At times his cynical heart reclined.
He smiled on insults and laughed in disgrace
he knew not what he was so he altered his face
with each turn and bend, with each traffic light
his face twist and turned, losing remnants of sight.
A con you could say, no one pronounced his name
he beamed when spat at; he felt no shame
He would pose a victim, he would express pain
he then shall betray that companion, again and again
Yet if one ponders with reason, the fault is not his;
not knowing purpose of life created what he is
so he adapts like the crops that adapt to the rain
all he does is adapt to what shall bring him gain
A corpse now remains, that is all one would see
zombie inviting chaos as if that was all he could be.
Yet he wishes to revert, if only one time
he could recognize in the mirror, the frightful mime
He stared deeper one last time but alas he could not solve the case
for all he saw in the mirror, was a man without a face.