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MIRROR, MIRROR EYE SEA
It pains me when I look the mirror in Her eyes, I see a night robbed from its stars. A portrait dead inside, A Sol that lost its glee. Dreamt all dreams away. One thing remains too glow, the Razor came to play! The Silver beast carves a crevasse through the reddened sea. Gazed upon by Her, as the Moon’s silhouetted banshee. The drop it swims like a pendulum at heart, more to join where the skin was torn apart. My emotions whither to the stale depths of Depression. And the ebbs surrender, to crippled fingered compassion. At burial in Death I’ll finally swathe, in a lake of crimson my body bathed. The Virgin ship finally at its debris, Titanic, Immortalized, Elizabeth Bathory.
