Looking upon my soul through a looking mirror
All the little pieces falling shattered, oh how small the pieces so sharp to try and put me back together your smile so sweet as you lift me from my shallow grave dug so fresh
Where you stand casting shadows upon my flesh so white so cold

Between myself and what was my reflection upon the shattered sheets of an in a mortal being where I bleed and I breathe gasping for the very air that's snatched from my lips by your kiss and I am no more a mortal but immortal by heart no longer beats to the rhythm of your drum

I catch a moment of what was, no longer do I feel the heat of sun
No longer I feel the need to feed, from flesh upon flesh an entwining moment of an orgasmic contemplation the moistness that's brings me so near to an almighty explosion so strong i bite upon my cold lifless lips and that moment goes like a fleeting memory upon the tides of my own story

Oh how I was so free, undrawn like a moth to a cascading light
An unsensored vision to be hold upon your finger tips if your own excitement that builds like a crescendo of a symphonic problematic sounds!

And here I lay in a thousand pieces to small to mightier
My wrists bare my mistakes
My womb empty from the seed that once aborted thee
I catch myself in the shattered pieces of the looking glass
Oh how tainted I am like a forgotten doll that sat upon a shelf forgotten with time her once Rosie cheeks now worn her sorrowful eyes full or remorse

You took me and tried to make me shine
Oh how I was so free, a fixation upon the lips of many a lover
A scar upon my own flesh no more
Can I feel the sun shine down upon me
Flesh upon flesh
Life without life
A forgotten memory

The intensity of it all
The ripping pain that tore through me
To small to matter
And here I lay looking through the shattered glass
A reflection and I am made aware then
That I once breathed

A faint smile
Upon the tarnished cheeks where the
cracks now fall
My lips brushed with a crimson paint
From the toy makers hands
The restorer
The destroyer
My tormenter

Myself
I bleed, I bleed and I bleed
That crimson flushed with life once more