Poems on 2 Ply

by gruesome-daath

Inspiration can come from the wierdest of places. Enter the minds and souls of the poets as they tell their most intimate of secrets, their darkest desires and their greatest aspirations.

3. Reflection

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Poems on 2 Ply
By crimsonwraith

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Reflection

Mirror on my wall
What is this I see?
A specter that I know
A demon haunting me.

Those orbs of cobalt flare
Reflects the frozen hell:
The depths of her despair
That lies beneath her shell.

Her flowing locks of red
Like scarlet beads of strings
Is crimson that has bled
From wounds of sundered wings.

The power in her voice
Commands to be obeyed
Yet hides her broken poise:
The scar of one betrayed.

Her heart has turned to stone
That cannot feel the pain
Of living life alone
Afraid to love again.

Mirror on my wall
What is this I see?
No demon there at all
The only ghost is me.

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Are... you there?