I'm stuck in place
full of nothing,
there's a mirror that shows a face
It is tan, with pretty eyes,
Lips full and lashes long
a noise came from her mouth, a cry
How could such a noise come from such a pretty face?
Tears ran down,
making paths between fake and real
It was all fake, I found
The tan, the eyes, the lips
I could only take air in sips,
when the thought came...
The mirror clouded
as if warm air hit the cool material,
A horn sounded
the face disappeared
Was it me?
