• One thousand broken mirrors adorn the wall
    Glass falls like snow in the death of winter
    A scarlet river rushes pale timid skin

    To hold the breath of life is to hold the world
    To let it go is a beauty all it's own
    The last p***k of light is vanquished
    And no one thinks a thing
    Fade into nothing just to be content

    Why hide something that is meant to be found?
    Desperation drives the soul to madness
    A gutless soul has no worth at all