The morbid shadow of my waking lie
Stares vacantly at me with pure devotion
With no time to ponder the question why
I close my eyes and deny all emotions
And then I imagine a dreadful tremor
Lurking and sulking down deep within
Violently shaking as man turns to glimmer
I become lost between beauty and sin
Without a whimper I reach into the pool
And grabbed the essence of my decayed lie
For I will not be the reflection of this ghoul
Let him hide behind the pane of glass and cry
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