I am a broken mirror
I was broken years ago
No one has swept me up
I’m still scattered on the floor
I still make scars
That no one will see
I still see my scared reflection
Yelling to stop the breaking

I am a musician;
I can play you like a guitar.
I’m on a mission,
To break you apart.
The broken, ****** bottle falls from my hand;
A guitar pick hangs from my neck.
Maybe if you’d been more of a man,
I wouldn’t be such a wreck.
The room is quiet now,
You’re almost in Death’s hand.
I make my silent vow,
That when I bury you in this land,
You’ll stop haunting me;
And I’m deaf to your pleas.

How many pills?
One to help
Two to drown
Three to numb
Ten to ****
How many shots?
One to calm
Two to soothe
Three to daze
Twenty to ****
How many cuts?
One to bleed
Two to free
Three to save
Thirty to ****

Next time you’re alone
Watch over your shoulder
I’m hovering, haunting you
When you killed the best of me,
I swore to **** all of you
Tick tock, tick tock
Here I come
Time is running out
Save yourself
Before the clock strikes one
Tick tock, tick tock
Your time is up
Get down and pray
For your miserable soul

We all love the idea of evil
The aesthetic of darkness
But when the demons take over your body
Don’t give them your soul
Because they won’t stop there
They’ll take your mind and take your whole life
And they’ll make you bow to your reflection
And say
Thank you
And leave your shell with a piece of them left behind
And one day you wonder
Where all this blood came from
The knife in your hand steps back from the scene
And your skin begins to feel what the knife took in its hunger
And you shake
And they give you pills to forget
But still you shake
And soon it’s not the pills that put you to sleep every night
But the promise of one day ending the pain