Broken Windows Shattered Mirrors

Broken windows shattered mirrors

The tiny slivers fall like tears

They cut me till my arms run red

They make me wish that I was dead

And though I try to carry on

I know my time here's almost gone

Broken windows shattered mirrors

Broken windows shattered mirrors

I'm surrounded by these fears

I know I shouldn't be afraid

I feel like I'm locked up in a cage

I push and pull try to get out

I scream until I just can't shout

Broken windows shattered mirrors

Broken windows shattered mirrors

I'll have bad luck seven years

I know it's just a superstition

But I also know it's pure intuition

That made me stay not fade away

So I could live another day

Broken windows shattered mirrors

Anonymous Ghurl

Wally laid in the darkness, reciting the poem he had never heard before, one he had no memory of ever reading. Each sliver contained a memory of life that had never existed for him, ones he had never led, but felt so real, so pure. Pangs of regret ate away at him as it became harder and harder to breathe. There wasn't much time left, but the visions reflecting in the broken shards kept him company