Wicked razors scar flesh,
the red runs deep,
the blade sees inside,
cutting through the mask,
leaving me nowhere to hide,
a window cut from the wall,
a doorway locked and hidden away,
you see the mirror,
I see the tree,
a seed no longer growing,
a disease running free,
captivate my heart strings,
cultivate my soul,
deathly shackles decaying,
as does the flesh that binds my soul…
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