Mirrors of sadness

Sometimes I just cling to the simple things,like the bubbles in the transparent vase
Or the sword that cuts so deeply the air clogged in sadness
I know misery is built on bare and orphan shadows
Thrown in deep ravines where there's no room for a farewell
A butterfly's twitching in the yellow-white light
Even your own reflection seems mysterious and enigmatic now
As the news about rapes ,suicide or failed love stories
A suspicious gaze,weary,hardens the smile and keeps on begging
Between the skin and the flesh a path of thorns
Untie me from this torment that whips me ,tearing every atom
The sly snake slipped through the bones ,pouring the venom in each cell
Are we all close to death or life itself is getting sick
Happiness doesn't have a soul -mate ,neither a reflection
Disappears in the mirror like a cigarette smoke
No mind or body, whispering a bitter contempt
I have a well deserved place in the cage-spring -coffin