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I found the mirror room In a starless night of July When the nocturnal birds were in silence and my heart was pure Theres was plenty of looking glass all around and in the center theres was a black one and "demonical  creature" was written in a label With fear I took the black mirror My image on it, changed My flesh fell and only my skull was in my vision The essence of my self was right in front of my eyes The most horrible image I saw  in that black mirror In the starless night of July When my heart was pure The darkness and the light The good and evil The life and death The Me and I The Demonical Creature The Devil with it's darkness Lucifer and it's light Me and my Self
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
The Black Mirror
I found the mirror room In a starless night of July When the nocturnal birds were in silence and my heart was pure Theres was plenty of looking glass all around and in the center theres was a black one and "demonical  creature" was written in a label With fear I took the black mirror My image on it, changed My flesh fell and only my skull was in my vision The essence of my self was right in front of my eyes The most horrible image I saw  in that black mirror In the starless night of July When my heart was pure The darkness and the light The good and evil The life and death The Me and I The Demonical Creature The Devil with it's darkness Lucifer and it's light Me and my Self
This poem was inspired by the fear of a friend (the fear of all of us) of looking at your SELF
#self#shadow#angel#real#demon#mirror
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
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