The sun rises, Bloodshot red sky. Tainted by blossoming bullet holes. Can I ever return To the naivety of ignorance? Whistling and explosives echo in my head. Fade to black. Repeat. The inky night, Spreads like infection Over the horizon like whispers,Tags: War, Loss, Tragedy, Death, Mourning, Reflection
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The clown in the mirror is looking down on me. Telling me things that are wrong; And pointing out my weaknesses. The clown in the mirror will always scare me. For I know he will always be watching, Our eyes will always meet. The clown in the mirror stalks me. Every time I look she is right there beside me; Looking and copying my every move The clown in the mirror hates me.Tags: Clown, Reflection, Mirror
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