• The ribbon dances to the ground, it spins and glides the red glints in the light.
    The bottle in your other hand now empty like the soul you hide, deep inside your heavy chest.
    Cracked is the mirror you seem to spend so long gazing at with eyes so deep but still so bright.
    Never loved by yourself, always hated by others. The dancing ribbon flows around you as you start to go white. the tears you used to shed have dried, the grudge you kept is no more, you sit infront of your cracked reflection waiting for the darkness to enter. No matter how long you stare you will never see past the reflection, past the things you hate, to see the beauty that you hold but now i feel its to late,