secrets subside
in every crack of crystal
beckoning to my aching eyes
oh, how they whisper such wickedness
the mosiac of myself
is a distorted disaster

how i begged to be beautiful
to be the girl the poets dreamed of
divinity dripping in my gaze
to be as pearlescent as the ocean

but all i see is suffering
an empty chasm of despair
like a painting ripped to shreds
i am the concept of nothingness

my reflection is cruel
and so are the angels
i've always yearned for wonders
far beyond my mortal meaning