Dead

I looked into the mirror seeing what i feel,
Scars and gashes that seem to never heal,
Always blood and crippled skin is being shed,
I looked in the mirror and saw myself dead,
An image that is forever burned into my mind,
And somehow i still thank god for being so kind
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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