Mirror Mirror on the wall

 

Someone save me from my fall.

 

I’m fighting a reflection of my face

Turn this rust to shine

And show me some grace.

 

A ritual is broken

Is my tithe due?

Hissing forked tounge

I need my faith renewed

 

I thought a circle was perfect

Never ending and pure.

Should I lay you to rest

And find my own cure?

 

White gold staind with blood and lies.

 

White gold staind with blood and lies.

 

Hate is easier than pain.

 Despise.

 

I ask myself if I’m better off without you?

Should I let that ghost become real?

Just a twisted apparition

Dead to me

So I can’t feel.

 

Bitterness-

Dripping like venom from my tongue.

 

These hollow deadlights

Of the killing kind.

 

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