House Of Mirrors

Don’t let your nails sharpen against the wood
That shelters you from light
They’ve already planned to have your bones
Scattered across their tears
The reflection they painted of you
Has already dried up in my eyes
And they lace your boot on my cold feet
I’ll never fit them
And before I had the chance to nail you in
The way they did
You sealed the doors shut to your new home
And we’re never coming in

And they’ll know now,
When I grow old
And the skin atrophies
From the world I have molded
And the minds that I own
They’ve set aside a box for me to live
That looks just like yours
And I cant find my way around their past set in stone
Leading to your house of mirrors

I’ll be breathing in splinters just the way you taught me
As they locked the door, the eye has died and you were born.