The Demon in the MirrorMature

'There are things here that don't belong'

The thought loops over and over in my head like a siren's song

I feel paralysed, weak and worthless

And I'm not wrong

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For I cannot escape the goddamn finality

Or the ridiculous banality

Which has become my reality

And I have no one else to blame but me

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I realize now no matter these demons are portrayed

They are utterly clichéd

And although they each wear my own face

I've never looked more dismayed

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For in truth all of the things in this place that don't belong

Are all aspects of me, each broken and wrong

And no matter how hard I try to put the pieces back together

They are like out-of-place lyrics - that don't fit the song

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And though I talk of lights, of hope, and of being made whole

In truth there is no beacon to this bitter soul

Instead it is forged of blackest coal

A demon fit for a demon's role.

The End

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