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Critics Analysis |
by asphyXiatedthoughts | Reflection in the mirror; my perfect enemy.
The hate I hold inside, the disgust, all I despise.
The image drawn in ink I try to erase; wash away the stain,
Embedded in this skin a scar to never heal.
So little does it take to realize,
There is more behind these eyes.
A disposition held within; the true nature behind the illusion.
Taken for granted, left unrecognized;
Only under the brightest light, can the critic analyze,
To reveal all that is held inside
Black and white: the outside colors to be pushed away.
Take the blade into thy hand; dig deeper into my flesh,
Try and find the buried colors and let bleed
Here shows characteristics of the inner core
Your observance doleful, if only you could see;
Whom I really am aside my outer apearance. |
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