I can see a gloomy moonlight,
Just as the day gives birth to the night,
And the reflection in sight,
Is a world beyond imagined,
I see a bird with no wings,
Signifying that people are dying,
Teardrops from the hurt keep falling,
And eyes that reflect hate and lust;
Have stopped crying.
I say words of wisdom,
Though some things remain unsaid,
Things are starting to look clearer,
And the feeling of loneliness inside my head,
Only makes some words expand;
Beyond the mirror.