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Friday, April 26, 2013
Trapped in the Mirror of my mind
You are trapped in a cage..
no one sees it.. not even you..
you don't know what it's made of..
you don't even know where it came from.. In times of trouble and insanity
I carry masks to disguise
the pain I carry
secure behind my eyes.. it's like it never goes away
it explains all of my fear and pain .
Do you think it will ever go away ?
If it does
I wonder what will happen embracing loneliness
comprehending vagueness
befriending uncertainties
playing with vulnerabilities
absorbing obscurities
appreciating difficulties
dredging malfunctions
living with illusions
Shoved between the pages of a forgotten book
sizzling out a tragedy the chills that go down my spine make me feel abnormal
Stone cold heart, hopeless with my decaying scars.
Betrayed trust, my hurt invisible to your lies
A monster is all I see beyond my reflection in the mirror.
If only I could escape these chains and cuffs
And once again run from my thoughts.
I hold in the anger, I hold in the pain.
Slip on the mask,
Used so many years.
Like a clock without numbers, a mirror without glass. A knife without a blade
the screaming voices in my demonic mind
Memories stare back at you,
through the mirror in your mind
Oh, what a wicked thing it is for flesh of one living creature to continue living through one living creatures death
For inside I hide the pain that's real.
This is it. No going back.
I breathe in, but I can't let it out.
Yet one piece was left the same.
Shattered hopes never died in vain
Love holding power unbroken by hate
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