Shattered Mirror - Final Conflict

Anemic mornings enchain me to the bed

They dry my lips and I nibble on them, habitually

I can’t eat yet, but in special moments

I can ravage the whole fridge

My mother lied to me

That youth is a gladness

I am only a poor construction of human anxiety

My mother lied to me

That youth is a gladness

I am only a poor construction of human anxiety

Dear God, pull me out of this hell

Dear God, pull me out of this hell

Dear God, pull me out of this hell, of this hell, of this hell

I imprecate when the night starts

Window separates me from the beast

You’re not there, but I feel your presence

You were my parasite, I am bursting

My mother lied to me

That youth is a gladness

I am only a poor construction of human anxiety

My mother lied to me

That youth is a gladness

I am only a poor construction of human anxiety

Dear God, pull me out of this hell

Dear God, pull me out of this hell

Dear God, pull me out of this hell, of this hell, of this hell

I have been trying to get up for a few days

To approach the mirror

When I reach for my reflection

A whisper emanates

From behind the glass

«You are nothing, you are nothing»

«You are nothing, you are nothing»

Later I shatter my mirror

I burst again

I hide under the quilt

Bed is my house