Face in the mirror

You plunged your fist in my chest and pulled out my still beating heart.

I fell in a puddle of blood yet all you did was laugh

Before I died I saw your face, it looked somewhat like my own

The background reflection I saw was the world I once called home

I tried to seek help but by then it was too late

My murderer was none other than my myself, I was the bringer of my own fate.