Reflection Of Death

Ajon4wheels

Why won’t you just die?
I’m not you; you’re just a reflection
Of who? You’re just a mistake in my mind
Go back! Go back to Hell, where you belong

I cannot take this anymore, you aren’t me
How dare you to take control of my life
Stop synchronizing our movements
Get lost! I want you out of my sight


You are ripping my hair out
You are slicing my wrists!  WHY?
It is my life! It’s my body! I had fucking enough
A disgrace is what I see

A fucking disgrace is what YOU are!
Not me! I am going to kill you,
Get out of my way! Why are you saying MY words?
Stop saying ‘You are going to kill me’

You are not real! I am the one who is real
I am experiencing the agony that you coursed
I am not a reflection! It is you
‘DO NOT PUT YOUR HAND TO MINE!’


You are just a piece of rubbish
A piece of death
A piece of Hell
Screwing me around, I am going to kill myself

Spilling my own blood, from my wrist
That is what you always wanted to make me do
And you succeeded
You can burn in Hell… Alone

  • Author: 4wheels (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2025 07:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A struggle within and without between conscience and impulse and desire. Nicely done



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