Awake

You took hold of a broken mirror and tried to peer inside

An old man’s shell is what you find

Trying to break away

You haven’t made it passed your infancy

So sorry to say

You won’t be back again

My lively friend

We spent all those nights reminiscing,

fearing that he’d hear your heart

Slowly beating off rhythm

like a constant pounding

or the beating of a treacherous drum

Drop the paranoia

Stop the games and realize

You’re who the fuck you think you are

And so much worse

It’s made of crystals, sparkling,

begging to pull you in

Hypnotized by the sparkle in the dead man’s milky gaze

You never know unless you bother to look

Your eyes are blinded by your darkest sky

And now I know

I know why

No more reasons to hold back what you are

Frail and broken, aging before your broken mirror

Bitter man

I know it burns you

Cuts like glass

Don’t worry, don’t be afraid

I feel it

And so good