Shards of glass
cut porcelain skin...

The bottle dangles from limp hands
Upon the cold ground it now falls...

A mischievious invader
Has come to EOP...

They say a friend will know your need
Will stand beside you when you grieve...

I don't care if you don't like me
Because I love myself...

The darkness
now engulfs me...

Lovely dragon made of glass
Upon my shelf is where he sat...

Mirror, Sacred Mirror
Why have thou forsaken me...

Tiny razor, young friend of mine
Our two hearts are intertwined...

An Angel came to me today
To give me a little lift...

On dusty shelf in darkness rests
Porcelain skin and satin dress...

Inside the heart of broken shame
Of a lonely lullaby...