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The Land Of Illusion
Speaking in tones of grey.
My mind aches with pain.
Anxiety crawling up my spine.
Disillusioned.
The paint peeling off the walls.
Counting each chip.
Black flakes mixing with blood red .
Trying so hard to make all the pieces of the puzzle fit.
Through the mirror I see my face reflected back.
Ten different versions of my face staring back at me.
Who are you lady?
The powers that be ask me.
Questioning me constantly.
You live in a world of illusion.
Face the world as it is.
Cracked and marred.
Scarred and torn assunder.
Can you hear the crack of the thunder as my machine rages?
My mind aches with pain.
Anxiety crawling up my spine.
Disillusioned.
The paint peeling off the walls.
Counting each chip.
Black flakes mixing with blood red .
Trying so hard to make all the pieces of the puzzle fit.
Through the mirror I see my face reflected back.
Ten different versions of my face staring back at me.
Who are you lady?
The powers that be ask me.
Questioning me constantly.
You live in a world of illusion.
Face the world as it is.
Cracked and marred.
Scarred and torn assunder.
Can you hear the crack of the thunder as my machine rages?
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