A Decimate Manner

Mirrors to shatter as soon as she struts past Her eyes can deceive the relief you perceived Choke on your words, lose sight at her arrival Unable to retrieve the beliefs you weaved Immense terror swirls in your uneasy gut Peeling off the harsh rind on your twisted mind Your corrupt heart almost escaping it's cell Sighs remind of that foul feeling, now refined Shove them all down, let ancient memories drown Forever lose 'your' crown, position as the clown