Lurking carelessly in my digital silver purse
Searching for mundane images pixellated upon virtual memories
Stepped on the blank pages of deceit
Lost my grip and fell to my demise
I know what it is, i've seen them plastered on a wall of artificial veracity some time ago
Obviously filled with fiendish ghosts from the past
A crooked gate with red ribbons and a touch of pain, so that I'll never forget you
There was no crossing that unkind gate
I was afraid to see the mirror in those eyes
What evils dwell in those onyx windows of deceit and regret
So I destroyed it, can't handle those eyes so then I avoid them
What a spineless coward stands here
Just like you...
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