Mirror mirror on the wall
A pretty image..
Still took a fall
Pictures on the walls
Images of them all
The family that was
The family that wasn't..

A pretty image..

Words unspoken
Perfect smiles unbroken on the broken

A pretty image..

The work of kindness
The constitution of dedicated hearts

But the world..
It broke them apart..
Images.. Memories of rain and love..
Pain when I look above..
Longing to be whole..

I live apart..
Apart.. A part.. Of what was a heart..

From a house that was a home..
Where a man dies alone..
In a home now only a house..
He is on his own..

Love fierce as a tiger's rage..
Another life.. Another page.
Rage has died..

Just a house where happy lived now..
With love faded.. Pain unabated..

Cries for help more feeble than the cries of a mouse..

This home.. This house..

This man..

A pretty image..

Mirror mirror on the wall.
Take your beauty..
Keep it..

I see through the lies now..

I will never look at you again..
Because I never hear a word..

I only see what you see..

And that..

Has left me blind..

A mirror shattered that night..
But the pictures frames turned down..

Display the love that was.. once again..
They are memories..
Can I be happy again?

I am not just a man with these dying dreams.. I want to turn to a bottle.. But I would drown in its sea..

Maybe even I can earn my right to heaven..
Maybe even I can be ok..

Maybe I can find me..

And stay him..

A pretty image thrown away.
A man who died dedicated to try again.
A bottle thrown away.

A past to temper the present.
A future to build.

I feel like I am erasing a person..
Or maybe..

I never drew him to life in the first place..