Countless shards rest broken in place
1, 2, 3, 4
I can see my shattered face
As my blood drips down to the floor
I think to myself "why is this still here?"
It'd been hanging there for over a year
But I had been using the shards
to make a bloody smear
Because I couldn't figure it out
Why did we exist?
Why are we here?
What would happen if we were to disappear?
So I kept the mirror around
It's broken beyond useless
But so are we.
