SCHIZOPHRENIA : On the other side

So, i follow her;

Those deep green eyes,
Her fear that dies,
Hidden close, by lies,
The night-marish cries.

Before her I stand,
Clean glass at sight,
Can’t block her Hand,
I lost the fight.

Tiles walls close in,
My voice is numb,
She smiles at me,
Cold loss at sea.

I watch her go,
The mirror breaks out,
Next time she comes,
It’s me she’ll doubt.

There, I stand
Reflect the vile ghost,
Alone, she’s no clue,
Her soul’s almost out.