Mirror of Pieces
Pieces of me,
Blown away like shattered glass.
Pieces of me,
washed away in the oceans bay.
All that ugliness coming thru like a mid-summers dream.
Nightmare's of my life flashing before my very eyes.
Not sure what will be left from this flight of life.
Fun is and never was in the cards for me.
Just nothing but damage from a storm,
Running down a town like a tornado racking all that it comes in contact with,
Hell is not my first name,
Hell is not my middle name,
Hell is not even my last name,
I'm just a shattered pieces of my past, present, and future.
I'm no ghost of Christmas past.
I am however just an imagination in your mind.
What's real or left behind,
No one knows only you know.
Bringing destruction to the surface.
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