The mirror can’t take it anymore
words so cold, so collect, so clean
honesty a waking touch
jealousy is more blinding than love.
And you could be my enemy
and you could be my judge
if you could start remembering all the time that you used up.
A remedy seeking harp
love lapping hands
if I could stop remembering all the time that you used up.
And you could be my enemy
playing both sides
shattering us whole
and you could be my judge
resort of truths
graveyard of lies
and will rest in the middle.
Saint's Muse 