†‡† Cronos Spheroid †‡†

Lithium trails, disperse some softer tones into my dribbling mascara,
I decay something softly something brutal into my fluttering eyelashes,
Pretty patterns of something so softly sucking away my beauty,
Youth so spattered, caressed in darkest tones,
I'm not turning my back on this mirror,

Can't betray my maker,
My entire actuality.

Rimmed full of rainbow, a shadow puppet of thought cascades through my waters, dark rings on my surface, bleeding this beautiful day through my eyes, I am darkest in the seas of thought and I am so high in the making maker's eye. 

Can't betray my maker,
Can't turn my back on this mirror. 

The End

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