The mirror's reflection within your sense of self
Shows a lost level of Dante's Hell
I know too well the acrid taste
Of a lover's treason, and time well wasted

Your soul appears to have lost its wings
Surrounded by bloodless, hurtful things
But soon your fractures will begin to mend
And darkness' reign will find its end

In the meantime, fix your eyes
Above the horizon into starlit skies
Where fire's warmth will find its way
Through a fervid sun's encouraging rays

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray your sanity will keep
Amidst the torment and the lies
Beloved, rest your tired eyes.

As I lay me down to rest
It's tragic, love--your emptiness
It blends in with this hopeless land
Relax, my bear--you've made your stand.

When you fall, crash into me--
Allow yourself the sweet release
Reject the briared ties that bind
And with a little time you'll find

That evil's best left to its own devices
To find suicide by mutiny and blood sacrifices
Wipe the blood off of your face
So clearer sight may take its place

Check your mirror again--what now do you see?
Unless you keep it chained to you, the darkness cannot keep
When vision finds clarity and fixates its being
On hope and faith and brighter things.

You will find your wings once more--
Take my hand and get up off the floor.
...Well, have I made it obvious, or have I simply said too much?
Or, in spite of all I've ever said, are you still oblivious?