Unbeknownst

For what still brings such bitterness and pain
For what I have become, how I've lived with the shame.
A razor-sharp reflection of the broken man in the blade,
Awaiting the skin to conceal the memories, misery to fade.
Inhabiting the darkest corners of the room, watching time pass
As the night falls and day breaks behind the covered glass.
The world can't see in, it cannot reach out
Conscious to the figures that place me in doubt.
Staring upon a canvas of porcelain and crimson strokes,
The art of the shattered senses shows no beauty, but pity.
The shell of my past fell into the merciless hands of love
Not with a grip that could break the vicious circle, I am here.
With eyes that held what the future held for the two of us,
Behind closed doors, beneath the night sky, unbeknownst.
When left with my own devices, danger lurks beneath my skin.