"Through the Looking Glass"

looking through the glass I see
nothing that I want to be
everything is full of sin
which I do not want to win.

Over there the sky is dark
On the ground a dying lark
And the moon an evil red
That makes me think about the dead.

On this side the grass is green
On the other brown is seen,
Here the birds will sing in joy
But over there a shattered toy.

Looking through the Glass I see
The evil darkened side of me.