• I can't face the mirror
    Because the sins of yesterday
    Pile high my disgrace.
    What am I if my shadows
    Hold more light than I?
    Who can the disgraced
    Run to when they've
    Lost everyone else?
    Dispossession.
    Like running a knife
    Through my still beating heart.
    I'd rather die
    Than give in to the darkness.
    You are what you are in the dark.
    Base and vile,
    Your agony is mostly deserved.
    If only you would
    Cast off the veil
    That blinds your heart.
    But you find more comfort in your pain
    Than in the peace that waits for you.
    How foolish you are.
    Then you shall sleep-
    An eternal sleep.
    For that is the only peace
    I can offer
    Such a hopeless one as you.