Turned up, my head illuminates.
Knocking at the door it creates.
Free from this I do implore,
There's another creature at my door.
Clawing, screaming for his turn.
I have no key, for me to learn.
Sights of these, the mirror lies.
Another knocks with his disguise.
A new hole opened, the world to see.
The door wide open, in sanity.
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC
Turned up, my head illuminates.
Knocking at the door it creates.
Free from this I do implore,
There's another creature at my door.
Clawing, screaming for his turn.
I have no key, for me to learn.
Sights of these, the mirror lies.
Another knocks with his disguise.
A new hole opened, the world to see.
The door wide open, in sanity.
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