I catch you win
relieve the tension of my enormous feeling
absorb, slave, grow fat
with beauty from my soul
she waits and ponders and shrivels
behind a luxury mirror
suddenly she wakes up
in the flash of an eyelash
her future is gone
her past is gone
her present will soon be gone
she smashes her luxury mirror
now blood flows from her wrist
she drinks from it and her tears and
the salt of the blood they mix
and for the first time she knows me.