
Broken glass over the floor
Eyes of leaking liquid black
Skin pale as snow scarred
poetry from the mind of a Scorpio

Broken glass over the floor
Eyes of leaking liquid black
Skin pale as snow scarred

Skin as white as snow
eyes made of obsidian
Heart made of clear glass

Silvery water.
Pale as the moon tonight.
What lurks beneath it.
Skin is withering
Lungs are black from corruption
Mind is long dark dead