I saw my mirrored self On a forgotten object on the shelf, My repugnant self. ugly with a decaying beauty, An ungrateful being, who is always and horribly lying, Nourishing on rotten compliments, Devouring beastly received sentiments, Pulling pleasures from holes excreting elements. With regret, I fixate my mirrored self, On the truth teller object remaining on the shelf. ****** to be earthy, Condemned to longevity, I smell the fool odor of my naivety, My soul's obesity. They said "To live is a twist of fate" But all I see Through my mirrored self Is a fate that is worse than death.