Mirrors for Me

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I'm here at the top of this castle-imprisoned, amongst the fuzzy black mold
I hear toads croaking from below in the swamp surrounding this tower
Imprisoned by a dark soul who wanted me to keep-
In his own pocket of his sorrow and gloom
The turrets stick, sharp like knives when I try to escape the tower upon his castle
The dark, bloody lavender of the setting sun greets me once again upon the sharpened rooftop

Though I try to run
Rather than have this dark soul, who says he is mine...slowly imprison my desire
I never succeed
And back in his firm, demanding arms, I am tethered.
Other young girls weep in the straw below my tower
In the dungeons, they are forsaken of him
Wondering why he chose me

I stay in my room full of crystals and velvet
Midnight starting to seep through the windows
The very essence of it permeates my soul
Mirrors surround me on every wall,
Demanding my reflection

I look out the window, for I prefer to see,
The free world of forests, of life, and dreams
Rather than the reflection of me





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