Misguided reflection

I suffer nothing but the hint of

Stranger scorn and bitter glints from

Eyes that gleen and shimmer empty

Pools of black that sit amongst the

Colors surfacing from inching

Eyelids closer to permissing

Thougts that sink their way across the

Vieled synapses behind the lust

Of closing windows that percieve

Only what could make us free

Inside our hearts that simply beat

The melody desired to speak

With words misplaced attuned to wreak

The glossy spells we weeve from weak

And broken promises we make

The mirrors start to crack and break

Our images we look to find

Inside the eye that makes our mind

The thing we cherish and hurt in kind

When we speak of promises that

Lack the heart and said in jest

Our mirror then begins to heal

And sew the sanity we steal

From behind the vacant eyes of yore

A blow of conscious paths explore

Seeds we gather endlessly making

What we see and what to be

A pact both strong and true and free

To remain ourselves for all eternity.