soul searching between sheets
crawling among shadows
with an unbounded hunger that knew no feed
the reflection in the mirror indescribable
a stranger looking back
melancholy and pale
what happened to me
this revolving door she chose to operate
a beauty who allowed others to berate
incurable measures haunt me
have she yet sealed her fate?
I am not yours, she tirelessly screams
but little do her meek voice and abandoned body illustrate
I know, I know... this language seems foreign to me
community property at high rate
as simple as, would you pass the plate?
broken is the mirror
we smile at shattered glass
this soul robbing revolving door
stopped at last
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