I See and Died
I see a demon in the mirror when I think of her. Deserve to be a loner, fated to be a goner. She is a drug, I am a poison. She is winning in her beauty, I am losing My mind in my mind. Her future is painted with the gold of her hair Mine with the black hole in my soul. I can't stop myself. It's where I belong. Eyeless, earless but skin peeled. Killed before I died.
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