A look into the mirror, full of cracks of hate and torment...
The blood drips chillingly as it leaves its trail ahead
The trail leads into this patch of darkness
A hole for me to scurry and hide away
I can hear the drops erupt the floor
My life pretty much is that
An oil painting of love and beauty
Killed with every pinch of despair

I stare into that black reflection
I see my soul not there
An ugly image is all I see
Those dingy trousers, that conformed hair
'Yourself cannot be real' I scream
To that disgusting body in front of me
My fist becomes a clenched up being
As it smashes to the glass

The shards begin to linger now
As they slowly crash to the ground
My eye looks back in empty reflectors
Who is this person I witness?
Her low black eyes are smothered
The black has smeered to her face
No emotion, no regret
No life for you to see