Flawless beauty elegance of a swan
but behind her eyes
there’s something wrong?
I feel her pain even as she glides
a wasp swarm uninvited
has invading her insides
stinging her profusely without remorse
yet she holds her dignity
with her elegance and force
as I look closely in the mirror
I can see...
the devil plays the fiddle
and the ballerina is me
behind my eyes he’s a rampant beast
the fiddle he plays devouring his feast
if only, if only the mirror wasn’t there
my reflection is in front
oh how helplessly I stare.