A Thousand Shards Of A Broken Mirror – Wrapped In Words

The darkness keeps invading, this room it seems so tiny, everything I thought was my life, turned out to be someone’s lies, filtering through the pages of domestic bliss, while secretly I was becoming someone else, masking my true identity, in the meat suit I once called my own, white picket fences, half full glasses, the reflection in a broken mirror, a reflection no longer me, faded fortunes lost in this sea of misery, a window once open now closed, a pittance for my sins, a memory told by those who once called me friend, faded words once so bright, my self a victim of my own lies, white picket fences, half full glasses, the reflection in a broken mirror, a reflection no longer me, white picket fences, half full glasses, a reflection no longer mine, a broken mirror have I become, a reflection of who I once could’ve been, a broken mirror is me!

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