Child's Play

Where are my eyes? 
Where is my lip? 
Why is here a place 
cold darkness here? 

There are children playing 
in a mirror. 
laughter does not leave under the 
labyrinth

Red blood gets my body wet 
And who is killing me? 

Where is my hair? 
Where is my foot? 
Why is here a place cold darkness here? 

want to feel warmth of 
skin gets wet as having got wet 
and rain
And who is killing me?