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A pretty little death circle


I stand looking in a mirror
and I've never seen me clearer
I see me so transparent as
a sliding glass door

My soul lays unfurled shriveled, cowering
Under my eyes which glare ever towering
my subconsious quivers under that glare
that glare that sliced in my heart a score

I'm stuck inside a flowing circle
I need to hear voices of the people
people that shun me like a fiend
they'd prefer to know me nevermore

But she opened her arms to me
and by her side I shall be
Asking nothing but for me to stay with her
next to the one who welcomed me