caught within the black and white mirror
she strives to find the colours
there is no red
there is no grey
extremes greet her as she looks
its either the cruel truth
or the sickly lies
and she stares
because she does not know..
we do not look at the world
through a mirror
i just wait for the day
that she taps it hard
to look for whats beneath the black white images
..and the mirror just cracks
it is a good omen
cause she isn't the lady of shallot
and the day it cracks
she will come alive again.
