I see the needle in my eye
I see the silver tip
That holds every microbe known to man
I see it
In my eye,

In front of my eye-

The tip glistening under the
Beam of light that has refracted
From the broken windows,
it's getting closer now.
The silver pin ******
Will soon be dyed in red
And all my secrets and
Rumours
And evil
And good
Will spill into my hand,

Everything that I know
Will be washed away
And all my thoughts
Will kiss the ***** floor
And make a blanket of
Colourless emotions
And all my soul will pour out
When the needle strikes
**My eye

who is this person with the broken mask?
shrouded with dark, angry, lonely fears?
this person with the dry, weary lips and a shattered smile
their face drowned from the trails of tears*

i look into the mirror and that's all i could see
the deepest, realest, darkest reflection of me