A Room and The Sweet Old Chair

Reflected Image

I saw through a mirror,
There stood an old boy,
He cried

I can see blood flowing down from his eyes,
I can see a mountain of regret on his back,
I can see a knife stabbed to his heart

I asked why are you crying,
He stood still,
Tried to speak,
He lost his voices

Then he point his finger to me

I'm wondering,
Am i the reason he cried

I asked 'do i know you?',
And then he wrote using his blood 'i am you'

The boy dissapeared,
The boy is me