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Another one... perhaps there were just too many episodes of "Night Gallery" as a kid... with the ensuing nightmares...

Bwa-hahahahaha!


the mirror reflects her soul
she wipes away the tears
that blur her image

i am the mirror
flesh is currency
and i haven't been paid

black leather
mesmerizing eyes
talks to me softly

a poor blind whore
lost in anger
living in a smoky room

hey little girl
look at the pills
pick up the knife

learn to fly
learn to dream
step inside my dark machine

you won't remember anyone
you won't remember anything
and best of all...

you'll never grow old