Seven Years

They say they give you seven years,
For everytime you break a mirror.
But everytime I make mine break,
I wasn’t hurting the mirror,
I was killing the fake.

And using the shards of glass to make
Another statistical death.
But my reflection won’t go away.

And I’m left with another seven years,
Time goes by, and my reflection fears
The time when my seven years are up,
And I get the chance to kill us both
With one fatal shot.