The people, they smile
The evil they seek
The Guard, He cries
The secret he keeps
The King, he laughs
The people are fools
The God, he sleeps
Caring not what to do
The guard steps aside letting in the dogs
And the pain has arrived
The land falls apart
The lives all gone to waste
The god spits
trying to get rid of the foul taste...

Feel the sun heat my very essence
Some how my love is still here
I thought i left it...
In that other life and that different body
When I wasn't the only one trying to stop me,
Back when the glass was new
Now all my pieces are stuck tight with glue
I know it's my fault for giving you a key
Never thought it would lead to this breaking
My heart, I hear it and I am sad
I cant let it out, it gets broken to fast
I guess that's what i get for being made of glass

My heart is cracked, blackened by
the things my eyes were unlucky enough to see
Slow blood, a result of a fast life
to young to understand, to old to cry about it
was the excuse I was force fed
now my hope's dead and hatred is bred
where a dead man's head rolled
and took my innocence with it
I can't close my eyes anymore
I can never un-see it.

When I hear the words I say the meaning
When I hear the devil I speak the evil
When I see the sights
I draw a picture
When I see the angels
I paint a portrait
When I want some peace
I write my world
When I want to leave
I type a book
When I kiss your lips
I feel the love
When I want to live
I give you my all
The devil is a liar and we all listen
The angel is here but never even mentions
The sorrows of our world that he can heal
He just watches as we let our lovers ****

Dark room full of loud whispers
" man i wish i would have kissed her"
ryhming outta place because the fool forgot her
" maybe i should diss her?"
Thoughts of past thoughts and pounding hearts
" i had a couples chances"
Now the love is cold and dark
" I probably looked like an Amateur"
This is the last time i behave gently
" why cant women see the good in me?"
I always seem to mess it up
" should have showed her my poetry"
Tired of being the most confident shy guy
"maybe take her out to dinner"
I watched too many romantic movies
"i'll send her some flowers"
Jerks win the love by showing none
"They'll be in and out within an hour"
Giving up these endeavors
"Of course my tone is sour"

Strings from a symphony
Each note begs for sympathy
I know I'm your my enemy
but show a little mercy
I bear little gifts
But the harvest was immense
Dry lips and sweaty palms as I approach the alter
I try to drank but i cant bear the sight of water
"when did you leave?" i cry from my knees
And the only response is that little breeze
"why do you hate me?!"
"we are not the same you cannot relate to me"
The silence hurts and this person is a terror
Ill come back another day
...Back to the Mirror