I am a mirror
I reflect what others want to see
Yet I am not of the world
But of my own
Every emotion do I bear
Every sorrow do I share
In times of happiness, I am there
But though at the centre of it all
I feel not any
For what others see is a fantasy
For I am without form
The last act shall be my final piece
Fire and smoke shall smear upon the canvas
Conveyed by the screams of the unfortunate
At the top of the heavens will I stand
To watch the world below burn.