Mirror, Mirror Eye Sea

It pains me when I look the mirror in Her eyes, I see a night robbed from its stars; A portrait dead inside, A Sol that lost its glee. Dreamt all dreams away. One thing remains too glow, the Razor came to play! The Silver beast carves a crevasse through the reddened sea. Gazed upon by Her, as the Moon's silhouetted banshee. The drop it swims like a pendulum at heart, More to join where the skin was torn apart... My emotions whither to the stale depths of Depression; and the ebbs surrender, to crippled fingered compassion. At burial in Death I'll finally swathe, In a lake of crimson my body bathed. the Virgin ship finally at its debris, Titanic, Immortalized, Elizabeth Bathory...