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In the Dark

I am on the ground, face in the gravel It looks like I am swallowing dirt if I want to breath And I feel low.. Like I am below basement level And it is dark down here Well, that's just fine because I am quite content with no light Then I am not able to see all of the cruel things in this life Like death and poverty of others, and the shallowness of myself And mirrors, whom I consider to be the greatest of liars With no mirrors, I have no face With no face, I have no eyes And that means to tears for anyone to see This also means no mouth to say stupid, cruel things And if I am lucky, no ears to hear stupid, cruel things That come out of other people's mouths I'm starting to like this more and more as seconds go by Let's all sit in the dark with no mirrors for a while Maybe then we'll all..get along -Lucifer's Marionette (September 27, 2014)

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