A List of Things Found
I find myself tied to a string,
There's an urge pulling at me.
I cut off all the heads of my enemies,
I begin to saw away at my personalities.
I saw fountains in mountains,
It was only a spring.
I saw a spirit in the mirror,
It was only steam.
So I washed my hands in the water,
And wrote my name in the glass.
I told myself I have the power,
But I know me well, and I'm a coward.
So I'll shed my skin every hour,
This body is Hell and flames are flowers.
I wore my brand new bandages, because I'm falling apart again,
But it shows,
There's blood on my clothes.
I wore my brand new pair of shoes, In hopes that I could dance with you,
But it shows,
There's blood on my toes.
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