Looking in the mirror, touching my fingers to the cold glass,
A pale, bruised face looks back at me, I am numb..
And I soon come to realize
What my world has become.
The real world has become too much for me.
Throw me in a story book and close the pages.
Let me live in my own world,
And let this fairy tale last for ages.
The cancer spreads
And burns through the empty veins.
Just a moment longer they whisper,
But who knows how much time remains.
Let me choke on the formaldehyde
And lay me in my velvet box.
Watch the solemn man with the tophat,
Shove the key into the locks.
The pinstripes on his suit
Complete his oh so official look.
His eyes shine the brightest,
As he reads the numbered lines in his little black book.
Silver trophy winner
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