stained mirror

looking through a stained mirror,
i see my life;

the reflection of a falling star,
a contemplation of love and hatred,
an image of a rising failure,
a flower of glamour,
a rose full of thorns..

i live in an abyss
of chaos and serenity
my world isn't perfect
and so is me..

i'm a sinful saint,
i'm an angelic bitch,
a princess,
and a witch.

i'm an epitome of flawed perfection..

my knees are made of steel
and my heart is cold,
my mind is wicked..
my tongue is sharp
and my hands are rough

but beneath the sheaths of tough pretending
lies soft flesh,
vulnerable and soft..

looking through a stained mirror,
i see a glimpse of me..