Broken Mirror.
In the eyes of a broken mirror.
I see the truth of dusk.
There are no lights where we hide.
Too many cracks in the shadows.
As I embrace the folding noose.
Behind the curtain is a beautiful scent.
The eeriness of a floating lifelessness.
I see a crystal castle with fragments of unity.
But my spirit had to lock the door.
My heart is so fragile, it spits blood.
And the streams of red rivers.
They push you away from me.
That's because I don't trust your illusions.
So I wait patiently on the otherside.
Where the mirror doesn't have an image.
Just love to set the voices free.
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