Staring through the mirror,
I see dark sky's,
the clouds storming above me.
I'm staring out the window,
two perfect white doves flying above me like little snow crystals,
eyes like burgundy pearls,
they give me the faith I need to carry on.
The blood red, velvet curtains,
swaying around me...
Embers burn in my heart, as I bleed inside...
I cough, the blood covered stones fall out of my mouth.
I know I'm dying, this illness, this pain,
emerging from the darkness,
engulfing me like hungry ivy vines,
and then i sleep...
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