When I look in the mirror
I see a tired face
Created by others
But left here
Dwelling alone
Stone eyes
no longer cry
Tears of hope
But only blood
mourning the coming
Of the next five minutes
Scars on this face
Reflect in agony
Protruding from soul
And flesh alike
As peaks
Protrude of guya
The mirror stares
in an unspoken horror
At the reflection
its ceation
the fragile, mortal form
cannot withstand
the utter magnitude
to which it gave birth
And so crashes down
Another face in the crowd
Brick in the wall
Soldier's coffin in the ground |
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