Mirror mirror, on the wall
Tell me how the fallen, fall?
Well now, come now, let me show
All the pain I've ever known...
Mark my words, I marked my skin
Thin red lines of crimson sin
Seeping through their open wounds
The more I made, like blossom, blooms...
So I was hollow, devoid of all
I am how the fallen, fall
Mirror, mirror, just a mask
All they'll see is shattered glass...
Here's your proof, Kayla
— The End —