Splintered

There’s a crack in the mirror,
A fracture in my skin.
Every step draws you nearer,
Every breath lets you in.
You’ve made a home inside my head,
Your whispers claw, your hunger spreads.

I tried to run, I tried to hide,
But now I’m splinters on the inside.

Break me down—
Make me less than whole.
Tear apart
What’s left of my soul.
I am the wound; you are the knife.
Splinter me—take what’s left of this life.

You take the pieces one by one,
A thief who works before the sun.
And in the shards, I see your face,
Your smile, a void I can’t replace.
The cracks grow wider, I cave in,
Your voice, a song beneath my skin.

And every fracture leads to you,
A maze I’m bleeding through and through.

Break me down—
Make me less than whole.
Tear apart
What’s left of my soul.
I am the wound; you are the knife.
Splinter me—take what’s left of this life.

Was I ever more than this?
A fragile ghost that begs to exist?
You are the thread that holds me tight,
And yet you’re tearing me from the light.
Take the pain, take the fall—
I was nothing after all.

Break me down—
Leave me incomplete.
Take the hollow—
Make it obsolete.
I am the ruin, you are the flame.
Splinter me—until nothing remains.

I see your face in every crack,
And even now, I can’t turn back.
You are the shadow I can’t defy,
And I’m the splinter you’ll sanctify.