Sharp edges like a blade, as unyielding as Rigor

Thousands of fragmented pieces of sanity

Without form, indignation or humanity

I’m what you see in the mirror

Distorted images, a disassembled figure

A translucent piece of history

A false sense of security

I’m what you see in the mirror

I’m slowly becoming clearer

Taxed to the edge of your only hope

Holding the end of a frayed rope

I’m what you see in a shattered mirror

When you glance behind wondering who’s here

I am everything you left behind

Hidden in the crevice of your mind

I’m what you see in the mirror

I’m the broken image you see there

Your last piece of sanity

Please hold me dear and dearer