It's late again
And the memories come flooding in
And I just want to rest
But the weight of her gaze is too much
Yelling at a mirror
Trying to reclaim my solace
Why do I love her so?
Only the one who's broken will know
She acts like I'm not there
Very attractive yet so curious
I can't control my fear
So, I chase her away with my words?
She means the world to me
And she could be my everything
But the mirror on the wall
Tells me I'm not the fairest of them all
A twisted fairytale
Of what I want I can't have
She lies across my lap
And all I want is just that
The chance to hold her
The chance I'll never have
The choice of death at hand
She means the world to me
And she could be my everything
But the mirror on the wall
Tells me I'm not the fittest of them all
Break the soul and burn alive
I'd rather be beaten than say goodbye
A love afar and that's all it is
Because the mirror tells me
What I cannot change
This darkness inside me
This aspect she hates
And a mistrust of myself I can't defeat
Beauty so amazing
She stops me,
Dead...
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The Blackened Bible
PoetryThe Blackened Bible is an autobiography using lyrics and poetry. This is the unabridged version, in which the narration has not been removed. "...Let it be known that this is a submersion, an adaptation of a corrupted mind to paper. Come. Read. Let...
