Laughing Mirror

Don't turn around.
Too late.
Don't say his name.
Same face.
Who's in the mirror.
Don't ask that.
Why does it smile.
Smile back.
Same grin.
Same grin.
New skin.
New skin.
Every world
lets him in.
Let him in.
Let him in.
Wrong face.
Same sin.
Laughing mirror
looking in.
Looking in.
Looking in.
One room.
One light.
One glass.
One night.
Same old shape
with a brand new twitch.
Same red mouth
with a black glove switch.
He don't knock.
He don't crawl.
He just smiles
from the other wall.
Every crack got
a little laugh.
Every path got
a second path.
Turn left,
there he goes.
Turn right,
same clothes.
Different world.
Same joke.
Same smoke
from a dead end road.
Dead end road.
Dead end road.
I saw one version
wearing white.
I saw one version
save a life.
I saw one version
burn the stage.
I saw one version
wear my face.
Who's in the mirror.
Don't ask that.
Why does it smile.
Smile back.
Same grin.
New skin.
Every world
lets him in.
Wrong face.
Same sin.
Laughing mirror
looking in.
Some doors open.
Some doors lie.
Some doors show you
how you die.
Some doors show you
what you'd do
if no one stood
between him and you.
Would you laugh.
No.
Would you break.
No.
Would you cross.
Don't know.
That's the part
that chills the bone.
Not the grin.
Not the joke.
Not the smoke.
Not the throne.
It's the tiny little thought
sitting quiet in the skull,
What if every locked room
has a pull.
What if every clean hand
has a stain.
What if every bright mask
hides the same.
Same.
Same.
Same.
Glass breathes.
Light bends.
Hallway starts
where hallway ends.
One step.
Two steps.
Which one moved.
Which one's left.
Ha ha,
not funny.
Not funny.
Ha ha,
still coming.
Same grin.
New skin.
Every world
lets him in.
Tick tick,
glass cracks.
Tick tick,
mask laughs.
Wrong face.
Same sin.
Laughing mirror
looking in.
I met him once
in a city
with no sun.
Everybody danced
while the sirens hummed.
No names.
No flags.
No crown.
No cause.
Just teeth in the dark
and a room
full of applause.
He said,
You hate me
because I'm free.
I said,
You're not free.
You're just empty.
Empty.
Empty.
He laughed like a bell
in a burned out church.
Said pain is a language
and jokes are the curse.
Then every mirror
in the place went black,
and every black mirror
started laughing back.
What
if he's not the monster.
Then what is he.
What if he's the answer
to what people hide underneath.
Then bury the answer.
What if it breathes.
Then don't feed it.
What
if it looks
like you.
Then don't believe it.
Don't turn around.
Too late.
Don't say his name.
Same face.
Wrong door.
Same place.
Wrong world.
Same taste.
Same grin.
New skin.
Let him in.
Don't let him in.
Let him in.
Don't let him in.
Mirror drop.
Glass bounce.
Same ghost
in a new house.
Mirror drop.
Glass bounce.
Same laugh
when the lights go out.
No speech.
No scream.
No deal.
No dance.
I don't give the mirror
one more chance.
Same grin.
New skin.
Every world
lets him in.
Let him in.
Let him in.
Wrong face.
Same sin.
Laughing mirror
looking in.
Ha ha,
not funny.
Ha ha,
still coming.
Tick tick,
glass cracks.
Tick tick,
mask laughs.
Same grin.
New skin.
Every world
lets him in.
Wrong face.
Same sin.
Which one of us
walked in.
Who's in the mirror.
Don't ask that.
Why does it smile.
Smile back.
Same grin.
New skin.
Don't let him in.