Shards

 Has a different version of me been born 

For every single time I fell in love?

Has that version become a shard of pain

When the veil of illusion dissipated on their errors

And love and desire died consumed by flames?

In the mirror I see an ocean of bloody shards

Made of all the lost parts of my soul 

From a distance they look like pretty deep waters

But what looks so inviting on the outside 

It's not more than an echo of someone else 

Someone I used to be, someone I used to feel

In the cold darkness, shadows entangle my shards

They may even glow in the dark 

But they only mirror tears and fears

All laughter has withered away 

While colors turned gray 

To match my heart of stone 🪨