Mirror

by Purple   Dec 5, 2006


Erase those words
From my head
Sharpen my sword
Before I'm dead

Fix this head
That won't let me act
Give me some thing new
So I can defend the attack

I'm fed up with this shit
All the unprovoked attacks
I'm a mirror of his pain
He won't let me relax

Too small, too many
To leave a bruise
Too small too many
For lasting constant clues

This mirror is cracking
Soon it will break
The troll looking in
Will get shards in its face

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