• The reflection...
    With dead eyes staring back
    As red lips turn cold
    Overwhelming darkness takes hold
    Clinging like the scent of roses

    The darkness has no place for you
    Black and white no longer exist
    Color becomes a mad man's dream

    Then you remember:
    'Cross my heart and hope to die
    Flowers flutter from the sky
    Broken wings that will never fly'
    just like you.

    The thing that exists...is the knowledge of existence
    And an icy mirror...pointing to oblivion