Reflection?
Do you hear that pitiful scream? Or did it fly in and out of your ears again? This dangerous dance we've been Doing has worn out your welcome Tired and disappointed. Disillusioned--I'd have to be The definition of wool-pulling To have any compassion left for you. Twisted and matted: Your heart's Been in need of washing out by now And stop the doe-eyed manipulation. You need to learn, once and for all That the world doesn't like to be tamed. For years and years, I looked after you Was tied up for years and years. So what can you offer me? Nothing. Self-absorbed---but not letting anything Sink in. You're not a stupid person. You simply lost the plot and now That brittle landscape's already turned yellow. After staring at his reflection in disgust and hatred Neil grabbed a large rock and pitched it Into that reviled and despised object of rage Having done so. he then shattered into a thousand pieces Leaving the mir