Mirror shard, that I hold, so close to me.
Mirror shard, that is so sharp, and so fine.
Why do I not look so bold, and so free?
Why wont you cut, right through this heart of mine?
Mirror shard, that lays, before mine own eyes.
Mirror shard, that is so small, and bright.
Why do you have to tell me, all these lies?
Why do these feelings, have to feel so right?
Mirror shard, that lives, within mine own heart.
Mirror shard, that lives, within my own soul.
Why wont you teach me, the arts of black art?
Why wont you send me, to mine own black hole?
Mirror shard, that I hold in mine own hand.
I will listen, to your every command.