everyone can see
what hides in those eyes
that bitter dark cold
you created by lies
you can break it all apart
til its nothing but little pieces
but the only one it truly phases
is your own heart as it painfully creases
causing you to hate everything
including yourself the most
everytime theres a mirror you turn away
afraid to see the shell of a forgotten ghost
so you wander around lost
looking for a resting place
not even realizing
you have no eternal face
unwanted in death just like in life
you failed to see your real enemy
was yourself with the knife