Turning to Smoke in the Mirror

A cycle of poems «This Is How We Disappear»

I stand before glass, but the face isn’t mine,
A stranger with eyes full of fractured design.
The cracks start to crawl like veins through my skin,
My breath turns to fog where the truth wears thin.
This reflection’s a lie I’ve carried too long -
Now I’m breaking apart, dissolving in song.

I call out my name, but it fades in the air,
No echo returns, no one sees me there.
My fingers go through like mist on the pane,
A hollowed-out man shaped by endless pain.
The glass starts to bleed where my tears used to fall -
I’m vanishing slow behind this false wall.

I’m turning to smoke in the mirror tonight,
A wraith in the glass, consumed by the light.
No anchor remains, no soul left to fight,
Just ashes of who I was deep inside.
The man in the glass is not who I am -
I burn into nothing, a ghost without plan.

I wore every mask just to fit in the room,
To silence the storm in my chest and my tomb.
I laughed with the wolves while my heart turned to stone,
And buried my voice beneath marrow and bone.
Now echoes return of the boy I once knew -
But he’s choking on lies in a world overdue.

I call out my name, but it fades in the air,
No echo returns, no one sees me there.
My fingers go through like mist on the pane,
A hollowed-out man shaped by endless pain.
The glass starts to bleed where my tears used to fall -
I’m vanishing slow behind this false wall.

I’m turning to smoke in the mirror tonight,
A wraith in the glass, consumed by the light.
No anchor remains, no soul left to fight,
Just ashes of who I was deep inside.
The man in the glass is not who I am -
I burn into nothing, a ghost without plan.

I carved out a truth from the lies I was fed,
But doubt grew like ivy around my head.
Each promise I made now a chain round my throat,
Each dream that I loved just a sinking boat.
I scream at the glass, but the glass won’t reply -
It shows only smoke where a man used to cry.

One day you’ll look and the mirror will clear,
See bones in the dust and a voice lost in fear.
You’ll whisper my name like a prayer gone wrong,
But I’ll be just vapor, a sigh in the dawn.
No grave, no stone - just a space in your view…
The man who burned bright - then dissolved into blue.

So shatter the glass, let the fragments take flight,
Let shadows reclaim what was lost to the night.
No monument stands for the souls torn apart -
We fade in our mirrors, we vanish from heart.
No funeral bells toll for those who just choke…
As smoke in the mirror - we turn and we broke.