Epiphany [duo] | √

Reflections

Red stain of self-hatred on your lips

Dripping delusions from fingertips

So many eternal wounds you pick

You are what you abhor

Sewn back together but never whole

Shattered pieces that were your soul

Holding the hand that made you cold

Nothing to stand for

Withheld words have such a bitter taste

Shoes snug with lies you laced

Turn your back on what you faced

But yet, cannot ignore

You're so used to burning bridges

Without stability the mind unhinges

Tattered wings with black fringes

Yet if reflections could talk

We would be burnt to the core