My eyes reveal darkness,
My punch reveals hatred,
But under it all
I’m so naked,
Unprotected,
As reflected,
Everything is backwards,
Like looking through the mirror,
Put this gun to my head,
I lay on my death bed,
No one can save me,
Leave me alone,
As I shout down the phone,
Don’t do this to me,
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