Mirror Mirror On The Wall

The stitches I got from you,

Bleed as I cry to the moon,

Yet not a tear have I shed,

These drained eyes harbor self-dread,

Was it you or was it me?

Who slaughtered all feeling,

You, my dearest reflection,

In the mirror who keeps pleading,

As I stop thought-conceiving,

Dreaming, screaming, believing,

I ape my peers when the sun shines,

Make pacts with my demons when night arrives,

Ask me what emptiness is,

And I'll let you know,

I will rip my flesh and part my ribs,

Showing you a heart that beats no more.