Im looking at night,wondering from sight whos this in the mirror
Palms full of sweat and tears tight,ignoring the cries from her
Above there,a mantle carrying a handfull of light from in and out
The light i could not handle,carry's a full bag of tears and shouts
Knowing what not could be changed,i hear from a distance
Blowing the stress of my range,i tear a blood at instance
Seeing him carry a dagger,climbing from the ladder up stairs
Walking into his death,from anger he stepped into his own lair
Crying,and not noticing the tears from the years he's faced
It's not the same,he pulls the knife up and gets paced
He cuts himself,and blood drips from his wrists and lips
Grips his own hand,and gets ready to hang his neck
A second,than past dead,he falls to the ground all red
The person in the mirror still standing,nothing has been said
Crouches down,and looks to this show,everything went so slow
He fades way from inside the glass,and walks away saying 'Where'd you
go?'
I have a thread on Menace2Society with this om as Yabadabadoo
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