In a mirror-shattered hell
Whispers are dying to tell
The secrets from a hidden well
Composed and broken
In a quiet shell

All the horrors in these eyes
Could light up eternity its fires
With wishes to scream
Inside an empty mind
And dream

Wallow in cries
While a shallow heart dies
Blood seeping through and through
No more lies to hold onto

These poison-polished souls
Have no place to grow
In this maze
So perfect to behold
The shadows’ touch is too cold
For any roots to take hold