With conscious aspect of mind, br i can feel with my glass heart, br invisible to your crystal eyes, br and when your thin lips, br slip on the skin, br with prides of being a simple, br the intricate d question, br scrambles to the brain. br the mirror tells false, br features to myself, br being with tortures, br and dragged, br and bruised, br on thorns, br i scream once more, br in some nightmare.