Mirrors for Miracles.
Lovely little masquerade...
double-dipped in ivory,
that has been sugar-coated with
diamond bright icing and non-pareils.
Oh, how it sparkles,
with thousands of glass-eyes upon it
and hands reaching for one touch of every surface
for the travesty of miracle's sake and sake of travestical mirrors.
its so sour, so... mmm.
Sweet when it hangs from your lips,
yet bitter as it falls from them and into mine.
Tell me... will you ever tell the truth?