Yea strongly to live lifes an image in the mirror and the broken glass broke thats an image of the broken blurr, the broken heart and the shattered pieces as a puzzle to connect into a broken Love, all into muscles....

This broken image stared at me long enough for me to listen of the innerspace and streets are all in one....

this statue of a ghost rendered thrue my heart glaring at my face just to remember what im all about....

I see a mirror split in two, with a image out the blue, shattered pieces and i cannot see the life in it no more, sensing the broken window glass, more abouts done in the past, when i had put me in blast, sensing one thing and another action done into it now.....

as i continue to look into the mirror i try to put piece together, and the image starts to get more clearly visible to my eyes, my pupils try to focus on it, yet no thoughts of whats about it, and i cant stop thinking it starts looking close to me, the eyes of the image hatred, many times i stared at it, it glared at me back....

I feel like it cant make it, thrue the gates of living lies, thrue the water of disguise, thrue the flames of life and whys.....

i tremble into it, and start to shake cause image i see is more like a ghost that trys to fly.....

as if i was only an image of a ghost, the return into this world, the psycological reason to be afraid of life, and i would turn away the sins, if i had to live life clean, yet alot of this world returns me into living life in hell, no.....thats not it......

Yes no, i think its a mistake, rather looking in the image i think i could see a face, looking into harder i could feel my hands to shake, i get nervous when i see some truth an image of disgrace.....

more looking in it, i see some dark brown eyes, those eyes are filled with hate not love and yet with tears and crys dispise, the image looking stronger and i focus in it harder, and what scared me the most, i did not see a ghost, it was me.....
damn...

Lenin aka SangRio
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