The ice cold glass, all torn right through
So close to shattering and crashing in
Reflecting a broken and beautiful you
Shaping and showing all sorts of sin
A heated glance, all feverish at first
Tears you down and berates your heart
Seems so tame, so far from your worst
But it rips right in and rends you apart
Your eyes, they glimmer and rove the glass
Scornful and doubtful and shameful, as well
Praying this hell will verily pass
And the terror, the tears remain in their shell
The very worst judge, and jury, too
Is no more than a mirror, none other than you