Caught up in mirrors,
not caring for what I see.
The reflection creeps
and crawls deep inside of me.
Ignition of the core, or soul,
or whatever - doesn't matter.
As long as I can manifest
A perfect reflection of everything you'd like to see.
Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 8:30 PM UTC
Caught up in mirrors,
not caring for what I see.
The reflection creeps
and crawls deep inside of me.
Ignition of the core, or soul,
or whatever - doesn't matter.
As long as I can manifest
A perfect reflection of everything you'd like to see.
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