If reflections of our faces
Mirrored uglinesses of our souls
Vanities of our embraces
Shimmering, ornate egos
Would reveal our grim disgraces
Fractured by this second glance
Shards that mark our darkest places
Cut us from this lechers' trance
In crashing clangs
This loveless dance
Would end at last
For splitting pangs
Of true romance
Will shatter us like broken glass