The glass shatters across the floor,
Feet shuffling covers glistening panels more...

It's like your ears are clogged with spit,
And the blood and tears you've caused...

Mother mother, can't I have,
just one cookie tonight...

Enchanting branches reaching tethered arms,
Coaxing personnas with flamboyant charms...

The mirror on the wall
Is just an imitation...

Ever symbolic flying dove,
Soars the sky high above...

Punch the shattered mirror,
Watch glistening petals fall...

All curled up, in a petite little ball,
An endless stream of tears did fall...

Disgusting...
Tis what I say to thee...

Through the tall doors,
Strolls a girl nothing more...

Tell me a word to use,
To express the feelings inside...

The black butterfly, riding on in the easy breeze,
When cold winters rage their hearts will freeze...