Some say the eyes are gateways to the soul
Looking in the mirror the eyes
are not my own
they stare at me Deep with in
Laughing at my every sin
Futher still they go
Dought they sow
Slowly taking over my body
Making me their zombie
Into something i am not
or is it
that my my eyes are the real soul
trying to regain control
trying to remold
trying to once again make me cold
Smash the mirror with fist and mind
To give me some more time
The blood running out of my hands
Is the time left
The hourglass sands
Telling me that its time to go
Let my real soul
take control
 
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