Mirrors all around,
To remind of the horrors,
Of desperation,
Of hopelessness.
Burn a fire,
For hope,
A lie it is,
All that can be conjured,
Would only be lies.
Shackled by fate,
No room to swim,
Drown to the bottom,
Lie there still.
Anger at all things,
That live and reel,
In Happiness and joy,
As that’s just all,
But a cruel joke.