The Reflection of Shadows
Wicked Doers of the World
You can’t escape your troubled mind,
Or all the things you’ve left behind,
When all is said, and all is done
There’s nowhere – nowhere – you can run.
Go on- deflate your ships own sails,
There is nothing left to fail.
Where you’ve gone and what you’ve done
Is something you cannot outrun.
There is no one, there is nothing
That can save you from your suffering.
All you’ve done, you’ve done alone-
This battleground shall be your home.
For there is nothing you can do
To ever hide yourself from you.
Each day you wake, you’ll see it clearer-
There are no lies within the mirror.
For all you’ve done with all you knew,
In each mistake you grew anew,
Each inch you took- a mile gave,
This mind, your mind, you can’t escape.
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