When one can hold their life in the palms of their hands,
gazing into their own eyes through a looking glass,
they can see their souls,
sadness ripping apart their flesh,
coldness tearing at their heart,
fear making them crave the darkness,
anger causing them to fall deeper,
When one can hold their life in the palms of their hands,
they desire to see the inside, only,
they can see nothing but their own depressed reflection,
for their souls are too weighed down to try and push away
the cloud of grief to see what they wish to see
gazing into their own eyes through a looking glass,
they can see their souls,
sadness ripping apart their flesh,
coldness tearing at their heart,
fear making them crave the darkness,
anger causing them to fall deeper,
When one can hold their life in the palms of their hands,
they desire to see the inside, only,
they can see nothing but their own depressed reflection,
for their souls are too weighed down to try and push away
the cloud of grief to see what they wish to see
