Mirror mirror on the wall
A pretty image..
Still took a fall
Pictures on the walls
Images of them all
The family that was
The family that wasn't..

A pretty image..

Words unspoken
Perfect smiles unbroken on the broken

A pretty image..

The work of kindness
The constitution of dedicated hearts

But the world..
It broke them apart..
Images.. Memories of rain and love..
Pain when I look above..
Longing to be whole..

I live apart..
Apart.. A part.. Of what was a heart..

From a house that was a home..
Where a man dies alone..
In a home now only a house..
He is on his own..

Love fierce as a tiger's rage..
Another life.. Another page.
Rage has died..

Just a house where happy lived now..
With love faded.. Pain unabated..

Cries for help more feeble than the cries of a mouse..

This home.. This house..

This man..

A pretty image..

Mirror mirror on the wall.
Take your beauty..
Keep it..

I see through the lies now..

I will never look at you again..
Because I never hear a word..

I only see what you see..

And that..

Has left me blind..

A mirror shattered that night..
But the pictures frames turned down..

Display the love that was.. once again..
They are memories..
Can I be happy again?

I am not just a man with these dying dreams.. I want to turn to a bottle.. But I would drown in its sea..

Maybe even I can earn my right to heaven..
Maybe even I can be ok..

Maybe I can find me..

And stay him..

A pretty image thrown away.
A man who died dedicated to try again.
A bottle thrown away.

A past to temper the present.
A future to build.

I feel like I am erasing a person..
Or maybe..

I never drew him to life in the first place..

The fires within rage on
The cage weakening
The page in the book of this life..

It is a definition of the hell within its author..

I have walked roads of pain
I have gone insane
I have become my enemy

Closer to myself than any friend

I have turned into a soldier
A soul of one unsold
A story of experiences untold

I am a man of images
A man of molded culture molded til breaking

My heart cannot be seen..
And you are looking in all the wrong places..

My words are the carrier of my soul..
I live and love alone on my own..
Agony clearly shown..

I never grew up
Only donned the life expected of me

A divide created within me..

I feel as if I am a heaven and a hell..

But your world will never shatter me..

Break, yes.. But never shatter..
To live going forward seems best..

But the broken memories of a past so long gone..

They haunt..
They taunt..

Trying to be real again when they simply cannot..

Better to use them
Than be destroyed by them..

I guess this is life..
I guess its normal..
I guess its even human..

I know I will never feel ok with this way of living..

If only I could be like the rest..
Maybe I already am..

Chasing what's "best"....
While hoping for the truly best..

I am already like the rest..

Just couldn't see it..

It was what it can't be. It was everything. It was in the middle of the sea. Stranded there was me.. Atop miles of ice. But life turned love white hot red. Ice cracked around me.. Gave way.. Ended years of time.. And I drowned in a dream I never want to forget.. But wish would go away..

And though the water may be warm.. It is colder than the ice that kept me ok. Through it into nothingness I fade into an abyss..

You are hated..

You are missed..