7th Circle

Staring into a broken mirror
A shattered soul stares back at me
A thousand pieces scattered

I feel the judgement
It burns a hole in me
A bed of roses turn
Into a pit of snakes

Fallen on the floor
Splinters are in my knees and spikes are through my wrists
As I search
As I seek

I feel the judgement
It burns a hole in me
A bed of roses turn
Into a pit of snakes

Arms are stretched from east to west
I gave it all I could
I put it at your feet
I said all I could
I emptied my lungs