Cracks in the Mirror

It stares right back
this empty face
like a train dead on its tracks
or a barren horse race
The punishment is written
the scroll is ready
under the sins undone
my head feels heavy
The shackles don’t hurt no more
like I always belong here
but there are shadows at the edge of the doors
inside my mirror away from here
Death isn’t far away
a day, a month, it’s all the same
someone always has to pay
for an evil end to a deadly game
It’s the last word
the mirror has seen the end
the face, it speaks in a voice unheard
it says, “I am innocent.”