Light on the water's surface shone
A shape that seemed a head,
A head and a face that seemed my own
With a mouth agape that said:
You drape your skin over wretched bone
To hide your secret dread
That the things you think when you're alone
Into your life will spread.
I see the parts you think unknown
I know the lies you've fed
Yourself to sink the seeds you've sewn,
To clean the rot you've bled.
A sin
You've grown,
A heart
Of stone,
These things I'll leave
Unsaid.

Your darkness lurks
In the corners,
In your quirks.
Think in any pattern or slur,
I'll always see the truth stir.