In the Dark
I am on the ground, face in the gravel
It looks like I am swallowing dirt if I want to breath
And I feel low..
Like I am below basement level
And it is dark down here
Well, that's just fine because I am quite content with no light
Then I am not able to see all of the cruel things in this life
Like death and poverty of others, and the shallowness of myself
And mirrors, whom I consider to be the greatest of liars
With no mirrors, I have no face
With no face, I have no eyes
And that means to tears for anyone to see
This also means no mouth to say stupid, cruel things
And if I am lucky, no ears to hear stupid, cruel things
That come out of other people's mouths
I'm starting to like this more and more as seconds go by
Let's all sit in the dark with no mirrors for a while
Maybe then we'll all..get along
-Lucifer's Marionette (September 27, 2014)
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