Cold Mirrors Poem by Timothy Quevedo

I was a monster kissing cold mirrors,
Drowning in cold sweat and living in crystals,
The night was dead and the night was clear,
So I turned rags into riches, knives into pistols,
I was a crook and I was a thief,
Stealing golds and robbing dreams,
If were a perfect stem,
I'd belong to a broken leaf,
I was a serpent and I owned the sea,
I stole the sun and laid it right under me,
I am a savage since I stole a moon and made it my bed,
But its hard to sleep with a thousand lions surrounding my head,
I'm just a monster kissing cold mirrors,
I'm just a serpent out to sea,
Mistaken for a crook,
I'm really just a thief.