The House of Broken Mirrors

[ganondorfchampin]

In the corner there is a house of broken mirrors
Everyone is laced with a thousand tears
In the house lives a pretty young dame
No one alive knows her name
In every room in is pile of shattered glass
The shards create a picture of the past


In the corner there is a pool of rancid blood
It came out forth forth in a crimson flood
Across the the girls arms dance white scars
They run parallel, as straight as ladders bars
There is also a scar across her face
They are the only blemish in the place

There is a house of broken mirrors in my nightmare
I arrange all of the shards into a square
In the my reflection I see a monster
In the edge the eyes of the beast I see her
I can't help but destroy the unholy image
Now I see her internal scrimmage

There is a house of broken mirrors.....