Mirror Rorrim
theres a demon running towards me
in the refelction in the mirror
and the closer that he comes
his intentions becomes clearer
as the shadowy figure draws near
with every step he makes
the rythmic beating of my heart pumps fear
with every breath i take
like the devils tools and instruments
i hear a drum and violin
because in my ear rings influence
for all i've done in vial sin
and as this cup i drink becomes and overflow of shame
each thought that i think manifests itself in blame
but who am i but a tainted soul
who has not yet tasted life
a coward growing very cold
a sinner with a heart of ice
the world can never understand the thoughts that i create
because my thoughts are simply not for man but somewhat more for fate
many put on a facade
and play the role of being nice
i find that very odd
using deception to entice
can i defect from this world of lies?
or must i go with the flow?
no one answers my question why
but everyone "seems" to know
they are just as confused as chickens without their heads
the blind leading the blind into the land of the dead
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2012
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