Beckoning me through aeons of time — captured by you
in dismay
I try to elude these prisions of flesh — but return to
shattered domains
There’s no image in the mirror
Shattered glass impales my soul
She’s like thorns of sorrow — ripping through my head
She’s like thorns of sorrow — visions turning red
Enchanting me — defying my love — I’m hindered with
penance and pain
False reflection of grandeur and light — leaves my heart
bleeding and stained
There’s no image in the mirror
Shattered glass impales my soul
She’s like thorns of sorrow — ripping through my head
She’s like thorns of sorrow — visions turning red
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She’s like thorns of sorrow — ripping through my head
She’s like thorns of sorrow — visions turning red
She’s like thorns of sorrow — ripping through my head
She’s like thorns of sorrow — visions turning red