Mirror rorriM

Written by: John Castro

theres a demon running towards me
 in the refelction in the mirror 
and the closer that he comes 
his intentions becomes clearer 

as the shadowy figure draws near 
with every step he makes 
the rythmic beating of my heart pumps fear 
with every breath i take 

like the devils tools and instruments 
i hear a drum and violin 
because in my ear rings influence 
for all i've done in vial sin 

and as this cup i drink becomes and overflow of shame 
each thought that i think manifests itself in blame 

but who am i but a tainted soul 
who has not yet tasted life 
a coward growing very cold 
a sinner with a heart of ice 

the world can never understand the thoughts that i create 
because my thoughts are simply not for man but somewhat more for fate 

many put on a facade 
and play the role of being nice 
i find that very odd 
using deception to entice 

can i defect from this world of lies?
or must i go with the flow?
no one answers my question why
but everyone "seems" to know 

they are just as confused as chickens without their heads 
the blind leading the blind into the land of the dead