Are they staring at me?
They are staring at me.
Who’re they, pray tell, mirror on the wall?
They are staring at me.
Wraiths! Not shadow, not light;
Hulking with towering height-
Every word, every gaze, every cursory glance;
Every bite, every laugh, thus mockery demands:
The rapid fire of my soul that beats and beats
Yet remains too cold for heart’s blooming seed-
Which withers at all the glares.
Which withers at all the stares.
Are they staring at me?
They are staring at me.
Who’re they, pray tell, mirror on the wall?
They are staring at me.
Whirl and twirl on the open dance floor-
Exposed, dear girl, to the world.
Gray spotlights brush onto me, there they stay!
Under relentless scrutiny, night… and day!
Inexorably time falls
down into the dark abyss
of the rabbit hole.
Everyone falls too, gowns spinning, suits flapping.
But me …
Two feet planted onto soil, eyes gazing into the depths
Where people fall along with time, where their eyes-
Hard and glittery- blink up at me;
Left behind.
Are they staring at me?
They are staring at me.
Who’re they, pray tell, mirror on the wall?
They are staring at me.
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Written November 27th, 2005
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ok.ay.
"Hard and glittery- blink up at me;
Left behind."
in my humble opinion it should end here
. i've asked a few of my friends to take a lot at this and they've agreed that the 'chorus' appears too many times.
its your style, nontheless.
it has a very 'song' feel.
but great work, heh
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Thanks a bunch, I appreciate it. (;
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very good i like it, never stop writting your really good -kevin
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Thanks.
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this is good!! i really like it. keep up the good work!
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