The mirror looks into my eyes.

The monster's sinister hum,

shimmers in every piece

of broken glass at my feet.

Conscience flows with blood,

the soul struggles, screams

in the red crown of thorns.

Pain growls in my gut,

and when I want it to be over,

your beautiful face flashes,

in a piece of glass.

But I don't feel anything anymore.

I know magical ways.

I'll take them for a while,

I remain so in the depths of peace.

This magical piece of glass,

the pupil is blue and beautiful.

Where is your warmth, where are you?

My harmony, nirvana, mine.

You are not, where I was looking.

I myself am and my blood,

this vile soul, this crime, me.

Don't go away, stay here, spirit,

even if you give me only hate,

it's better than just me

in the reflection of this

piece of glass.

But I don't feel anything anymore.

I know magical ways.

I'll take them for a while,

I remain so in the depths of peace.

The serenity of deception,

carried by the melody.

I listen to it and it plays for me

and I hear the calling -

"you're nobody's and nothing,

because it's only her

in a piece of broken glass".