Reflection once so sweet, slowly coming of age
now all that is left are bitter memories.
Cursed by your conscience, it festers within
embrace consequences of malignant deceit
inhaling with greed the sweet scent of sin
sickly sweet and you're torn.
Mournful tears you cry whilst locked inside
a fearful spawn of fates reversal
as you question why?
Filthy lies terminate your rise
Realised
Mournful tears you cry whilst locked inside
and you question why?
Faceless weeping masquerade
covenent broken once solemly sworn
Insidious movements weave a misguided maze
Indignant and you're torn!
Now the truth appears, you're no longer a mirror
you've become a window.