Mirror, Mirror

I stare long
At the magical oracle
Which answers to none.
Why do you exist?
I ask of it.
Am I wise enough to know?
I hear my echoes.

Unseen by naked eye
The reflections of mind and mirror.
Crisscrossing the medium
Like bullets; swift and powerful.

A psychological battle
With victory so close, yet so far.
Friend and foe, embodied together
Their deaths intertwined
I cannot live, while she dies.

A Sweet Pain

A silent uttering,
A fleeting glimpse,
A voiceless word.
A key to open
The Pandora's box
Thought to be buried
In seemingly elusive
Crevices of the heart.
Unleashes a pain, so sweet
Needs not remedy
But a change of heart.