The image I mirror
It breaks down and cries
Another reflection
Without a disguise
I no longer see
Any soul in these eyes
The fairest of alls badly cracked
They stripped out my innards
To get to my core
Trampled over ambitions
To even the score
Sent me back with an invite
To knock on deaths door
The fairest is barely intact

Nothing left
But your breath
Bringing warmth
To my frost
Nothing left
But the heat
You provide

Nothing left
But your breath
On the lines
It had crossed
All that's left
Ebbs and flows
With the tide