There's a demon in my mirror,
You asked me what I saw,
Shattered with just a look,
Tears and splinters fall,
Dimly lit candles,
Blood, written on the walls,
What's my name? Does it have meaning?
Does anything even matter at all?
.
Ashes wiped across my face,
The death of my very dreams,
What was life about?
Is anything even real?
.
Dry your rivers, boy, these streams upon your face,
Even darkness has a home,
Everything has its place.


© Lunaris