There's a tear in my soul
And the stuffing's falling out
Surprised you're not surprised
I was never real
Eyes of glass
Heart of gold
My flesh is made from silicone
Imperfect, blemishes and wrong
Hands are cold
Warm as stone
I was never real
Yet I still feel alone
I need this lie
To bleed itself out
And cut through this flesh
Of silicone

I found a piece of glass in my bed this morning
Perhaps
My dreams
Were meant to bleed

Her red lips like the roses of a cracking stained glass window
When she leaned in to whisper her secret
The words falling from them like demons through a gate
Into a crumbling church

Into my ear

I had sat in those pews
With zealous eyes and thoughts upon those lip-red roses
But one by one her demons came like whispers
And cracked the red stained window like a breaking heart

She stares into the shards lying upon the floor,

Blood slowly drips from the cuts on her hands.

Then comes a knock at the door,

Unmoving, she watches the blood leave her body and only then she understands.

She knows the happiness death can bring, soon she will not feel any more.

Her mom opens the door,

She finds her precious daughter on the floor,

******, with a broken mirror and a **** across her throat,

With no trace of sorrow or pain, her mom thought "could there have been an antidote?"

Tears continue to poor

More and more.

She lay, limp within her mother's arms

Unmoving, she slowly fades from the warmth of life,

She hears ringing as if there were alarms,

Her mother gets up and leaves, returning with a knife

She lay, her daughter wrapped in caring arms,

She cries just before taking her own life.

We live within a world full of glass.
Where light and sight
are strayed when they pass...

The things we see;
monsters that loom...
Twisted creatures all around me.

Razor shards sting;
gashes with each step.
Screams from the people ring.

through the pieces lives the demons face.
A terrible, ungodly sight.
Yet, it took me to a familiar place.

Just then became plain to see
the closer I came to the shard.
This is a world of mirrors

The creature is me.

A girl, made of glass.
A boy, made of brass.
Hearts of paper.
Tears turn to vapor.
Not enough time.
They say it’s fine.
Hearts turn to ashes.
Skin burning, from the lashes.
Liars sell their secrets and lies.
While every rose slowly dies.