Reflections
Lonesome, tired devil.
You sit alone-
punished for taking what you deserve.
You should have known it was too much to ask for.
I understand;-
if I smile,
my face will shatter too.
Evil people,
undeserving of the sunlight
that floods through
the cracked pains of glass...
The mirror falls.
I turn away from the broken glass
and weep
into the darkness
of the cold, winter night...
