A look in the mirror
A fist to the glass
A smile that’s twisted
With sane thoughts ungrasped
Unanswered questions
Die on parched lips
From a mirror now shattered
Dark crimson drips
A glance at the window
Three stories up
The blood on the mirror
Isn’t enough
Three steps—one too many
Night air slipping by
The pavement where sane thoughts
Come always to die
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
A look in the mirror
A fist to the glass
A smile that’s twisted
With sane thoughts ungrasped
Unanswered questions
Die on parched lips
From a mirror now shattered
Dark crimson drips
A glance at the window
Three stories up
The blood on the mirror
Isn’t enough
Three steps—one too many
Night air slipping by
The pavement where sane thoughts
Come always to die
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