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Returning Home

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Returned from the despair known as the day
Relief fills me entering my bedroom
But my being beginning to betray
Time allows growth for the feeling of doom

The all-seeing eye is concealed in there
Gazing at my mortal, wearied remains
I become more aware of that cold stare
Constricting my contentment in its chains

The recalling of fantastic dreams cease
Judgmente from the omnipotent arrives
Searching for an impossible release
Only my curiosity survives

To my amazement as I draw nearer
Prevailing fears arose from a mirror





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saply said...
May 11, 2009 at 10:23 pm
what so youre afraid of mirrors or something and cant sleep??? why dont you just put the mirror in the hallway
 
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