Mirage
Is this the ghost within
Poking through my skin
Crashing through a mask or two
Rapping as I cringe
Is this the part that dreams
Is this the part that sings
Or the sharp tooth on a devil's wing
Searching for a scream
Is this the task at hand
The host that makes demands
Or some vagrant in a mirror world
Too worn out to stand
I thought I was alone
With this wind that bites my bones
My higher self, a drunken elf
Too spaced out to phone
Is this my shadow on the run
Some hope without a home
Is this the love I dared to shun
Or the god that I disowned
Written by © Raven Drake
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