In the mirror’s cold reflection,
A single soul stands alone,
With dreams of self-perfection,
And a heart turned to stone.

The world outside seems distant,
As the walls close in tight,
No hand to hold, no assistant,
Just shadows in the night.

The seeds of greed are planted,
In a garden overgrown,
Where every wish is granted,
But love is overthrown.

In the end, the heart is hollow,
A void that can’t be filled,
For the path of self to follow,
Leaves the spirit unfulfilled.