Reflect Illusion
the mirror breaks, my shattered face
the shards, they fall upon my wrists
i paint my arm, with life i trace
the blood flows onto my clenched fists
i find, inside, the monster dwells
the rage it brings in me upwells
i hold it back, my soul is cold
it has its youth, but i am old
inside the prison of my head
i find emotion growing dead
and never found inside my soul
that which always can console
for in reality, nothing makes a difference
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2010
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