Dark mirrors

Lost in silence
It seems like I've got a curse.
Madness made me kiss the ground
Like a foolish doll screaming out loud

But no one is going to let me go
They keep destroying the invisible me.
I act like a blind girl holding a black mirror ,
Trying to look at herself through her pretty dead eyes

They can't see my bleeding veins nor hear my pain,
While they believe the serpent's tears.
This cold red rain may fill my emptiness,
But will never hide me from my illness.

Now Hell is just my home and Heaven.
I figured out that life and death are the same.
People's life is full of sins and shame,
But the weak person is always the only one to blame.

Those people are like dark mirrors
That won't let me see my reflection in their eyes
My angelic evil face is ruined in their thoughts.
Not because of my blindness but because of their rejection.