yesterday, once as faceless as tomorrow,
upon the mirrors that you see in the morning,
causing the glass breaking screatch,
that caused the lies of today to become alive,
invading the mind, and causing chaos,
feeling of immobilized settings,
that will not orbit around the beauty,
that is seen within you,
moon light cascading on you,
filling you with pureness,
that is needed to complete the puzzle,
the piece that makes you whole,
to be the one that you once read about,
eternity as the person you once knew.
