mirror mirror on the wall
blood is scattered down the hall
mother thrown onto the bed
father has finally lost his head
police are running from their car
bruises are forming down my arm
never come back father said
no longer alive i feel dead
mirror mirror on the wall
will the suffering stop at all?
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
mirror mirror on the wall
blood is scattered down the hall
mother thrown onto the bed
father has finally lost his head
police are running from their car
bruises are forming down my arm
never come back father said
no longer alive i feel dead
mirror mirror on the wall
will the suffering stop at all?
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