Dark Mirrors

There's always smoke, tears, and dark mirrors. When I can't reach you And I end up feeling like road kills, not quite dead. That's when I want to leave and bleed. Bleed blood in silence, listening to every heartthrob. Asking what makes you tick, have I missed a trick? Am I wrong? Are you right? Why on earth? Did we fight again last night? Is everything a spiral spinning on an access On its course, but battling re-entry Will I burn up or realign with you? And if I do, will you love me? Like I do you.