My poor broken mirror... Its smashed in half... i didn't know vanity would kill. I didn't know insanity would free. Reflection with a crack... I must speak... For its like my life on the line.... You can barley feel the seperate peices. Might as well continue the murder of a three reflection. Three parts of me shown.. Glass imploding in my hand?
CHOKETRENDKILL · Sun Dec 17, 2006 @ 11:17pm · 0 Comments |