Magic mirror

In your thoughts
Hanging questions
Confronts the decay
The images
that left behind.

The fading light
Pass like razor sharp line
Those empty moments
Eventually we face
Bleeding, crying.

Grey sultry evening
Spilling dry leaves
Deeply felt
Shadows hang from above
Never tell the truth.

Music in silence
The fragrances come back
Charcoal sky whispers
Hidden blood stains
Connect broken glass.