Those eyes so like my own,

Yet frigid like winter's gale and;

That twisted smile with it's cruel grin,

Laughing in derision.

A grand expanse so vast yet shallow,

A lonely void filled with sorrows;

Purposeless and vagrant,

The shadow wanders alone and afraid.

Sometimes I dream,

That the world is a lie,

That the world is ever bright,

That the mirror isn't I.

Sometimes I dream,

I just wished I'd believe it.