The Mirrored Shadow Of Your Ghost

The mirror of visions that we cannot see
Sheds light upon the necessary
Pains and gains and sufferings
That, to each other, we give as offerings.

The shadows by the tree
Are playing games with me,
They are pretending to care,
Pretending to be there.

The ghost of your affection
Is one that needs much detection,
For in this sea of crimson red,
Die all the truths you never said.