An Infinity I Give For A Tomorrow That Is Mine – Wrapped In Words

A victimless crime is mine,

A mirror smashed in a thousand pieces,

A withered reflection cast asunder,

Images lost,

Images found,

A soulless monster wanting my sin,

But my sin is not mine,

My sin is his,

Did I earn his place by stealing it from him,

Or did he give it to me willingly as he knew what was to come from tomorrow,

Nothing is as it seems,

For his image am I created in,

My life,

My eyes,

Are not his..