Reflection of stories and dramas,

tarnished with envy and jealousy…

Truncated realities…

lies sold as obsolete ventures at nights without bed…

Deep spite…

Lost looks,

in old crystals of incomplete existences…

Dishonest, every dawn you will wake up,

afraid of getting older…

Insincere, every night you writhe,

because you don’t know your own reflection…

your mirror doesn’t see it…