Empty Mirror
You'll never break the chain,Your love will flow in vain,
And only this empty mirror will know
The silence of your pain.
Reflections of you and death are pale,
Your helpless light will fail.
Blue smoke in winter rises high,
It is your last exhale.
Or, if you live, your soul will rot,
And show as rotten breath.
To cursed skin the wind is hot,
And bittersweet, like raging death.
Empty Mirror II
