Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the ugliest of them all?
Severed, crawling like spiders
Injecting poison, now kill the bile spewing
The walking selfish living dead
I turn to rust and you play
In all the filth that you’ve created…
Sweet milk will still taste spoiled
If the mouth is too putrid and rotten
And barbaric words just don’t define
Someone’s being a “good” person
Underhanded plagues dyed the rain
With condescension and redder stains
With a wish that the cleave cuts deep
And that leather flesh will never heal
As judging eyes feel the need to gloat
Like skies on fire, the ashy vanity floats
Prison’s good but the abuse feels numb
All hands on them until they succumb
It’s fine to feel fine, the need to feel needy
And pride has never been so carelessly greedy
But freedom will still taste like putrid decay
When the body’s too bitter to feel the right way.
And when your dreams have come to end
How will you buy your happiness?
And when your self is all you have left
With what will you fill your emptiness?
You are the cause of man’s dissolving evolution
Is my heart completely useless?