When I open the black mirror
In the hopes of dark escape
It becomes ever clearer I'm throwing my time away
In pursuit of the drug I see the ghosts
Of those living dead raving mad
Snarling, drooling, biting the others
I fear I will become them
If I remain this empty glass
It's hard to stand by and not be absorbed by the mass
I try to sing but I am still in the search for my voice
But blundering and plucking I'll find my way
As long as the black mirror doesn't **** me in today
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
When I open the black mirror
In the hopes of dark escape
It becomes ever clearer I'm throwing my time away
In pursuit of the drug I see the ghosts
Of those living dead raving mad
Snarling, drooling, biting the others
I fear I will become them
If I remain this empty glass
It's hard to stand by and not be absorbed by the mass
I try to sing but I am still in the search for my voice
But blundering and plucking I'll find my way
As long as the black mirror doesn't **** me in today
im trying to get over my social media addiction (everything's so ******* polarized and it makes me feel ill to look at but I hate the school work I have to do so I get ****** in sometimes)
