She's like a porcelain doll you see
Always staring back at me.
Wide eyes that hinder my cloud
And haunt me when she's not around.
She speaks the words in foreign tongues
And criticizes heavens' guns.
Her actions show no mercy
To her or to humanity.
To her I want to console
But she threatens my light soul.
Convincing me to tell lies
Seeing the world through her eyes.
Reflecting the dark
Leaving her mark
Her mirror reveals
Terror in the fields.
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Author:
jennas (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2016 21:45
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
really good bounce, haunting and beautiful and terrible and slick.
10/10
also, awesome font.
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