Enter a night of painted smiles on steel, and steel on fabric, fabric over flesh, meticulous, each mouth a rose-red gash, and eyes of ash on marble. They conceal intentions, thoughts, desires, fueled with zeal. The sky graced with a full moon, spread across a garden of scarlet and blue. Anonymous souls, kindred spirits. Enter a broken mirror, for no-one is so brash to smash the spell, to peel their skin. It wearies him. Tonight, he shuts his door. While beauty crumbles; eyes stare, unwilling. His cloned bare skin, each wrinkle, grey as sin. And he is never certain anymore; one heart to feel, another heart to wear. Which is without, and which the one within?