Glass reflection, mosaic refraction

Tempered in isolation, promises in violation

Eye of the beholder, so why am I so beholden to her?

Gouge one out and pop another in

Search for another less gutting fraction

Of reality that I ought to be in

Was it all pretense, were our lenses really not in sync?

How'd it all shift in a blink before

I could pour my soul into the ink, think

I hear a shutter and glass shatter

Fractured at my feet

A thousand fractals of me that weep

From countless eyes to haunt me in my sleep

Bloodstained cut pricked eyelids

From pieces of me I picked

Up again to replace eye with

Ocean blue iris fills lakes crying

A dull hue, my daytime blue moon rising

Someone whom I once knew crying, was it me who was cruel?

I reach up for the truth and pluck yet another eyeful

Just to be able to see you fully

Darkness forms from where you should be

Have I been walking in my sleep?

Was it all but just a dream?

I feel the echoes of my screams

They lead me to the only thing I can see

Another glass reflection

No matter how many fractions

I can see,

My eyes how crooked and atrocious

They'll always be,

Refracting imperfection

Death is silent

as silent as memories

that fade away, carried by boats at sea

Death is silent

as silent as butterflies

that flicker by my closed eyes

Death is silent

as silent as my tears

that go unheard by your ears

Death is silent

as silent as my pain

that's hidden in the rhythm of the rain

Death is silent

as silent as stargazing

in the absence of your presence in my space

Death is silent

as silent as late nights in winter

where the lack of your warmth makes me

wither

mine was a pretty little bird with pretty little wings

now it seems it just sleeps and sleeps

swimming with the eels,

with skin pallor of ill ichor

its mind a maze with no ends, only bicker

stuck within a haze, whilst time passes in a daze

it wishes it would rot quicker

So, let me let it

Wither.

Oh, Moon, why won't you bloom?

Turn full, and save me from this gloom,

I'm masked under a bouquet of doom,

Wishing you would whisk me away on a broom,

Oh, Sun, why won't you shine?

Make these clouds part ways and show me a sign,

Make my stars align and entwine, along with fate on cloud nine

But maybe it's a fault of mine, and the way I live my life,

Oh, Ocean, why won't you let me drown?

Why let me float with nowhere to go,

Not even a boat, all alone with an empty frown,

Until it breaks dawn, and the beauty gives me vertigo,

Oh, You, why won't you let me go? Let me free,

Break these shackles that hold me to thee,

I can feel your heartbeat, so I'll never give in,

Even if you hold me back, you're just my reflection,

Not my perception, a glass aberration,

So shatter in my rejection, my final imperfection

It’s been five hundred and fifty nine days,

And I know the man in the mirror’s words are final,

To always remind that you used the highway,

And left me in the sideway

Alone in a haze, I never got a chance to gaze

At you, I used to laugh with you,

Smile for you, at least I used to, until you-

Left,

It doesn’t feel right, my chest feels tight

Whenever I think of you, wishing you would please write

Was it love? that doesn't feel right,

It wasn’t passion, but you were always compassionate,

And our meeting wasn’t fate it was an accident,

But our friendship was a treasure,

And my admiration can’t be measured,

But it’s hopeless, I’m in denial,

And I know that the man in the mirror’s words are final,

“She’s not coming back.”

My heart is bleeding rubies

and my tongue is spreading lies

My chest is feeling tight

and my smile is faking bright

Ocean of tears,

painted in red

Cry of my being

painted in red

My heart has finished bleeding rubies

and my tongue is done spreading lies

My chest has finished feeling tight

and my smile is done faking bright

One last gift

For you to cherish

A ring of rubies

Made of my

Blood