Broken Mirror

I write not for you

Though I like what you bring

I write for the one

Contained within this thing

A cage, a prison

Filled with murderous sin

Knows not what he says

Doesn't know what's within

See's only broad strokes

Of a painting on fire

Doesn't care for the panic

Too busy getting higher

Broken he may be

Just fragments within

But he's still sharp enough

To cut open the skin

After all, let it be said

As the old saying goes

The heart was made to be broken

And it really shows

A whole mirror only shows one

A soul trapped in it's vanity

A broken mirror shows many

But you may not like what you see