The mirror on the wall
Displays my deepest thoughts and feelings
Through smug looks and unblinking stares.

And despite the things I've thrown
The reproach it gives me; multiplies.
And all I see is shattered dreams, amidst glass.

The eyes that stare up
From the damaged floor, keep me awake at night
Lying in a pool of blood; my own.

But the more I push my reflection away
The more fragile I become.
And the guilt dripping from my hands, creates a pool at my feet.

The shard I grasp in my hand
Destroys my dreams, my life
In one unaimed blow.

And all that's left is to wait and see
Because hope wont come back,
And neither will he.

Isaiah 5:1-7

Let me sing for my Beloved
My love song concerning his vineyard:
My beloved had a vineyard
On a fertile hill.
He dug it and cleared it of stones,
And planted it with choice vines;
He built a watchtower in the midst of it,
And hewed out a wine vat in it;
And he looked for it to yield grapes,
But it yielded wild grapes.

And now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem
And men of Judah,
Judge between me and my vineyard,
What more was there to do for my vineyard,
That I have not done in it?
When I looked to it to yield grapes,
Why did it yield wild grapes?

And now i will tell you
What i will do to my vineyard.
I will remove its hedge,
And it will be grazed over,
I will remove its wall,
And it shall be trampled down.
I will make it a waste;
It shall not be pruned or hoed,
And briers and thorns shall grow up;
I will also command the clouds
That they will rain no rain upon it.

For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts
Is the house of Israel,
And the men of Judah
Are his pleasant planting;
And he looked for justice,
But behold, bloodshed;
For righteousness,
But behold, and outcry!