He's playing broken records and looks into a broken mirror
Enjoying the prefect distortion of his face and
        his
                   smile
A grin that matches his personality so perfectly
His reflection's so **** no matter what mirror it's in
He blows out so gently
                  Shushing
The wind from the window sill
And staring at the shards that currently holds his reflection
He warms himself with black embers and stone