The Empty Mirror

[Legion Of Cocks in my mouth]

'The Empty Mirror'

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
- St. Jerome

In reality,
A mirror only contains what's in front of it,
But what if what's in front of it,
Suffers from punishment.
An anxiety ridden,
Casualty stricken,
Reflection of self.
A house,
Wife and kids isn't exactly my perception of wealth.
No, my reflection hides behind the 50% I just tipped the waitress,
A bottle of Cabernet,
And a Versace suit that she insists is tasteless.
My morals reside,
Where normalcy dies,
The most sickening of places.
Faceless people exist in the realm of shattered confidence,
Because the mirror never shows the outcome,
Facts or consequence.
Your Rolex brings envy,
But insecurities fracture dominance.
As a man,
I understand,
You can never bend or fold,
But handshakes matter,
And champagne showers,
Don't cleanse your soul.