I see icy eyes, that entice
Staring at me with their liesTelling me I'm good for nothing
Nothing, nada, zero, tryingTo bring me down, into the void
Of despair and failure, making me hideFrom those eyes, as cold as ice
Please do not hurt me, please be niceI want to live too, with hope
Without peeking at the ceiling or the ropeI deserve the world too
So dear mirror on the wall, i know its youBe nice to me, with those eyes of yours
You're ever existent, staring into soulsAn image, an illusion, you belong to all
So whisper to them, to me, into the soulTell us to stay strong and strive
In spite of all, tell us we can make it through aliveI deserve it, we all do, so i beg of thou
Dear eyes of mine, I'm trying, don't hurt me now
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Entice
PoetryRoll the dice now and realise, the odds of your survival. The chances that you make it through all the conflicts and criticism that comes from within, sometimes get so slim that you'd rather bring it to a close yourself. And yet we live on, we surv...