"Just past midnight, smoke curling around my fingertips

Catching sidelong looks


The cracked reflection staring back,

A heap of black upon this cherry wood floor


Through the bloody fragments that remain

Cascading like crystals


The rain on my windowsill and the clank, clank of my tears


To hear your nails scratching against the glass

Itching for my skin,

To take this broken body in all it's glory


Shatter it completely,

Make my eyes smolder like a half-burnt cigarette

Boil this sin beneath my veins

With a mere touch of silver,

Until I can unfurl from this plane, this shadow world

And walk freely again.

[[it's just smoke and mirrors anyway.]]"