In Shards of a Mirror
Driven by hunger's thirst
I wade through the pasts fallen,
With blood dripping over my eyes
I see devils posing as the guardians of peace.
I step forward blindly
To look into the beast's eyes
I falter; he is a reflection of me
A mirror to the hate of being.
How to dehumanize a face?
In the hopes of forgetting my own
I walk towards realities looking glass
Remove my eyes-- shattering the stranglehold
For the reality I see comes from the beast in me.
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