| Reflected face, dragged from the void without a soul
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| Illusive dream, poisoned with no control
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| Consuming time, condemned arise from glassy sleep
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| A vengeful mind, prowling into dreams it seeps
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| Now it seeps
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| Murdered mirror takes revenge upon the narcissic one
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| A trail of vengeance follows, bleaching bones a bastard son
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| Gaze upon silver coloured soul, bizarre occurs
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| Rapid ageing, growing old, alias the blur
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| Anomalous entity
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| Drawn into your dream
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| Solace ingesting age
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| Is in the way it breeds
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| Bitterness the crying words
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| Corroded affair betrayed
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| Weeping in its futile anguish
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| Leaving its victims shattered and decayed
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| Pause for reflection
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| Screeching, deformed, frozen face
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| Threatening from the unquiet place
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| Stalking beauty to feel such pain
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| A pleasing violence it’s so insane
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| So insane
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| In reflection the eyes they glare and gleam
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| Muted howlings from within a victims dream
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| Ferocious are its embroilled cries
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| The mirror never lies |