Mirrors

My souls is filled with verses and hearses Looking for lyrics, My mind still searches My mind isn't on a sprint but its running When they read it, The aristocrats just keep shunning Reading my emotions and you turn into a hater I thought you were my friend, No, Just a traitor Confused about the meaning and suffering of life Confused about the hatred of using a knife People say "You only cut yourself for sympathy" Who the f*uck do you think you are to say that to me? My writings, My thoughts.. So extremely deep It's like someone compacted my emotions from a heap I'm demented and twisted, But I'm runnin' the gauntlet I'm so sick and spiritual even my ghosts are haunted Under my bed there isn't a single heathen But if i look into one you'' see a mirror full of demons.