The Mirror

The mirror stares.
It doesn't blink.
It doesn't care.
It doesn't think.

The mirror isn't scared of you,
just look right in
and see right through.

So stain the mirrors.
Break the glass.
Grip it tight.
The blood runs past...

My hand..
It drops to the floor.
A taste of death.
I crave some more.

Without my mirror I will die.
I'm no longer me
and so am I...

So stain the mirrors.
Break the glass.
Grip it tight.
I fall so fast...

One crack..
It's all it took.
End reflections.
The crazy look.

I need my mirror to sustain.
To lead these thoughts
they brand insane...

So stain the mirrors.
Break the glass.
Grip it tight.
And i just crash...