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House of Mirrors
Here in this house of mirrors. Displaying all my fears. I have been here for years and now I’m throwing rocks.
The doors made of my demons. Behind them hide my secrets. Transparent walls reveal them all so come inside.
I call this home. This is my home I have come home and now I’m trapped inside.
Distorted dreams of you. Blurred images bleed through. I suddenly come to and now I’m aware.
My dreams are fed by prophecy. these lies have made my bed. Delusions fill my head I get this of dread when I look at you.
If I stare long enough I can make you transparent. I can make you fade away. Please just go away.
The doors made of my demons. Behind them hide my secrets. Transparent walls reveal them all so come inside.
I call this home. This is my home I have come home and now I’m trapped inside.
Distorted dreams of you. Blurred images bleed through. I suddenly come to and now I’m aware.
My dreams are fed by prophecy. these lies have made my bed. Delusions fill my head I get this of dread when I look at you.
If I stare long enough I can make you transparent. I can make you fade away. Please just go away.
Published 29th May 2011
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