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THE REBELLION OF A MIRROR
You are my truth crawling naked, bare
You're pointing me my fair and unfair
A piece of glass includes my quilt
and searches in me my old lost wit.
You're like a wound dispersed with salt
Clouds are shaping the words 'it's all your fault'
And you admire the sky and stare
your own self fade in the air
You are quilty of the unknown
of my fucking miserable dawn
of giving me a stolen crown
of leaving me to die alone
So you're convicted now to rot
imprisoned in my mind and stored
You may have failed but I did not
I've fought your ass
your win is a default
You're pointing me my fair and unfair
A piece of glass includes my quilt
and searches in me my old lost wit.
You're like a wound dispersed with salt
Clouds are shaping the words 'it's all your fault'
And you admire the sky and stare
your own self fade in the air
You are quilty of the unknown
of my fucking miserable dawn
of giving me a stolen crown
of leaving me to die alone
So you're convicted now to rot
imprisoned in my mind and stored
You may have failed but I did not
I've fought your ass
your win is a default
Published 19th Jun 2015
| Edited 12th Jan 2017
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