I spent the morning
Reading my scars...

Do you believe in magic?
The mirror rang...

Listen closely at the words
Their meaning is hidden far away...

Said I've fallen for sure
The mirror in shards...

With every breath from this crushed lung
Comes the harsh sound the wounds have rung...

My nails pulled back
Bleeding, shallow, wound...

Eyes that reflect no hope
As vultures circle overhead...

Apathy, the old woman dies
Smatterings of heart-felt cries...

The walls trickle down
Broad stroke the paint brush...

I'm thinking
I'm crazy...

The harmonious whole
Destroy your own lies...

He who runs only seeks emptiness
Oh, poor pitiful soul...