Counterpart

Looking back on the shattered glass Hiding from the shards of lies flowing in our impasse Don't wanna look in the mirror Skin's torn of guilted terror Dying breath of old life Can't find myself in the scarlet tipped knife Embrace the burning cracks of my facade Birthed of tears and fraud Metallic taste drying on my lip Torture reborn from the sip Capture the reaper's fee Sitting upon the broken throne of the free Watching over weathered ground Regret for selfish flames dance around Leprosy covers the shredded mask Toasting with Wrath's flask Notice the night's curves Numbed to the light's stung nerves Crawl from my flesh in resurrected blood Next creature of scum Bones already fractured to reality Unfazed to our mortality Death gates open to me I can no longer plea