Empty Mirrors

Restless soul
A walking cliche 
In a race towards death
With a chaotic cadence

Someone free me
Let me go
This land is a prison 
Heaven or hell must be freedom

Where’s the beauty
Where’s the love
It’s the calm
It’s the presence 

I no longer hurt
It’s too constant to feel
A watched pot never boils
My reflection can no longer reflect 

It’s ok to hide
To seclude from others
But where did I go
Mirrors can’t break, can they