Glass shards fall from the broken sky, as I look up with broken eyes at the beauty that would be my demise.
Glass shards glide upon the very skin already scarred by the unbroken mirrors corrupted thoughts. Taunting me with the venomous sting of the hateful words you breathe. And when I escaped society's reflection and grasp, all I found was a world of mirrors and glass. The truth was, I was never free, only trapped. Surrounded by my own reflection, caged by my own deception. As I screamed and cried for disaster, the sky opened up, broke and shattered. The beautiful chaos of the falling glass was the thought of the tear that was my last.