Black Rose Petals

The gorgeous mirror
The frame is painted gold
and entwined with black thorns
It reflects the truth to me
of my broken, twisted image
In my world i stand
in front of the mirror
in a flowing white dress
with my hair made up
and my eyes bright
with happiness
I am holding a red rose
a blood red rose

My reflection taunts me
because the truth sears my heart
My dress is ripped
and stained with crimson
my hair is undone
messy and wild
my eyes are haunted but bright
with the drugs running through them
The rose is black
and wilting
the thorns have cut me
my blood smears the stem
and the petals

The truth laughs at me
it tells me of my worth
it tells me everything
it tells me how much i mean
To the real world
I mean nothing
I am nothing
I never will be anything
The haunted face
erupts into screams
and my fist shatters the image
blood and glass shower the ground
coating it in
a beautiful, glittering sea
The rose falls to the ground
resting in the sea of blood and glass

The sea caresses my feet
bathing them in pain
The sea pulls at my dress
ripping it and staining it
my head rushes to meet the sea
glass takes hold of my eyes
pain shuts them for me
and blackness caresses
my broken mind
coaxing it into oblivion