I Am A Mirror
I reflect whatever's around me...
If there are any angels
bring them down here.
I bet they'd never find any work.
This road is paved with all our fears
And all that's free in the world, is hurt.
And you could never really save us
'cause we will never save ourselves.
When nothing here, can really please us
It's just another.
Dry.
Day.
In.
Hell...
I...am a mirror.
I reflect whatever's around me.
So I am nothing.
'Cause nothing's really here.
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Benjamin M. Wilde
Surrealist writer, sharing dreamworlds painted in the mind through words.
(Email [email protected] if you want to chat! I like chat!)
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