A mirror of soul
It entices, it teases
Emotions, unfathomed
Raw, unfettered

Shattered, countless
Pieces, precious
I walk on them
I live through them

Uncontrollable, inconsolable
It begs, it rages
It craves, It demands
Lost, forever

The mirror, I gaze
The reflection, hollow
Visage, emotionless
Immortal, wounded


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Aequitas, in the year 170 AM.