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SHE'S DIED INSIDE
In the mirror I stare Cheated by the absence of reflection I’ve fallen A bride of Satan’s child This crypt my solace Sheltering my soul from the warm light of day Trapped until night falls Till I’m free once again All that remain Just memories of all I had The life I’ve sacrificed For this life of death My husband, my brother Now just victims of my sin Forever lost In death condemned Never could I turn them So I stare into the mirror As my lonely tears fall Nothing reflected Do they exist, Do I? ******************************** **** Written for silverrose **** ********************************
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