Painting in the Background
There's a picture in my room.
It scares me sometimes.
I think about who it is.
I think it's me.

She scares me.
But comforts me at the same time.
Her eyes so cold,
burns me.

Yet I find myself staring,
into her white face.
In a satin dress she sits,
in a straight chair.

Then I think of the backgorund.
I've seen that place,
somewhere long time ago.
Trying to think 'bout it.

Painting in the Background,
a mirror in the background.
My face in the mirror.
Scares me half to death.

Then I wake up,
there it is.
Staring at me,
There's a picture in my room.......
 
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