Beyond the Oblivion

As the shattered mirror
strikes the broken heart
It bleeds by its horror
and can't end without a start

The eyes sees nothing
but a void within
The touch held something
yet none sense between

The mirror tried mending its shards
even with a touch, it became more fragile
As no flutes with no bards
and no roads with no mile

No figures were in my observation
because their hearts are soulless
That is beyond oblivion
Of me being useless