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A Modern Masterpiece Of HorrorOpen your eyes, look at the reflection that burns into your skin. What do I do now? am I myself anymore? My self-subscribed conscious monster. are you still breathing? I must say you have interesting aspects of what the world should be. You speak with a language all your own, and I am paralyzed to know I can read you. Claim Presence of your hidden agenda. You are not an individual. If you'd look in the mirror, there are two of you. [Of me]. I feel Torn, I feel empty. Leave the bodies in the dirt, face first. Am I myself anymore. Which part of me, of us, is playing the role, myself or reflection? I have become the opposite. I am the American Dream I am lesson's unreleased! A method of satisfaction, honed from years of misuses of excuses gone wrong. I Can Read You. This cannot be what it looks like, an unfamiliar face withers in the dust. But this is me, this is who I am. This is me looking into the mirror. |