Mirrors - Beneath My Feet

The ink flooded down his vains

And onto the blood soaked parchment

That lay infront of you

Feeling chills down my neck

And into my chest

When this world goes to waste

This fucking life is just a test

There’s no time.

Time to rest

His last words, never to be spoken

Thoughts of his own unforfilled life

Brought tears to his eyes

Where do we go from here

My dear he’s searching for you

To lift the fog, and clear his thoughts

Where do we go, now

You will never get to see this part of him

He’s not worth anyones time

Where do we go from here

My dear he’s searching for you

To lift the fog, and clear his thoughts

(and clear his thoughts)

Where do we go from here

My dear he’s searching for you

To lift the fog, and clear his thoughts

Where do we go, now

Time passed me by

The mirror I stare into

Where is the child

That held this broken smile, by a thread