Phantom MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   the man with no eyes

stares at me

he probes my mind

quite carefully

picking - for details

picking - for lies

I look in those hollow excuses for eyes

and melt

I melt without heat

a puddle of sweat and blood is me

he's seen it all

and now I must pay

he's found my secrets

it's judgment day

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