The last set

Eyes opened,
you are looking in a mirror,
no gears,
no maze,
nothing.
Blood everywhere,
knife in your hand,
police at your door,
body parts everywhere.
Nowhere to run,
nowhere to go,
you see your reflection
in the mirror,
it doesn't look like you,
lies you think,
lies you know,
yet you can't
look away.
For you know
somewhere deep inside,
that is you.
Turn on the sink
to wash away the blood,
yet more blood comes.
Filling the bathroom.
The police are still waiting,
the bathroom is being filled with blood,
body parts start to float.
A laugh burts out,
a knife in your hand,
blood filling the room,
body parts floating,
police wating,
you do the one thing
you know how.
Beyond the mirror,
out of the maze,
past the gears,
beyond the walls,
back to the basics,
it's over,
and all you can do is laugh.
The room is full of blood,
cops are about to break down the door,
knife still in your hand,
laughing.
and all you see
is yourself
in the mirror.
In the end,
we are just
torn souls