lanaia74
Contently A Distraction
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Post by lanaia74 on Dec 12, 2006 6:45:01 GMT -6
In a mirror I would not dare to glare Afraid of what I would see starring back at me Would I see my worn torn soul? The reflection of my horrid soul there to stare?
I would possible see my soul all bruised and scarred By the awful realities of life's tribulations A soul which by pain has been marred A soul which has been ran over by a hundred tons.
A reflection of which I could not be proud Maybe to look in the mirror and see the truth Looking as if had been placed in the grim reaper's shroud Of this I need no proof.
A reflection of a soul gripped by pain A soul draped in black Looking back at me is a soul that has nothing to gain Wanting to hide his face in shame.
The reflection of my soul not a pretty thing Black and bent by life's unfair game The awful beast, my tears make him sing To see my tormented soul, life is to blame.
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