Thinking about you

I saw you last night,
you were beautiful.
Your picture in the mirror
and my picture in your eyes.
Your lips, so soft,
your skin, so clear,
your eyes, so beautiful.
You turned arround.
The picture changed.
Your face was full of blood.
Your lips, so white,
your skin, so red,
your eyes, so empty.
You died.
I'm left.
Thinking about you.