The lock rusty; covered in dust and rust You hold the key daring enough to flip and find… Inside laid pieces of glass; a reflection of my heart Piece them together you say, what’s broken can always be mended Piece by Piece you re figure until a piece ***** your finger Another ***** another finger, blood keeps lingering Stop no you can’t all for the dismay of restoring love Teach me how to smile in the dark; how to sculpture your mask A heart cold as ice… Metal bars flow blood to this folded dice, I roll it every day Live or die are my only odds Delicate it is, you find yourself attracted to all that hurts You seek to mirror a reflection of your own finding no deception in a world full of fakers and lies In the end your blood runs dry 4 I feast on your love and compromise *THIS IS MY DEMISE