Reflection

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She woke me up in the midst
Of the dark room tinged with hue
Pulling again by my wrist
With a wide smile out of the blue

"Come! Join me, let's play!"
Her goofy voice breaks the silence of my room
Scared and anxious, I started to pray
But she carried me with a grip of a doom

"Show me your face" I asked her too
But she gave me a knife, sharp and shine
In a glance, I feel the cold metal of my foe
My bloods collide with my sweat so fine

"It won't hurt you, but I know how to"
Hauled down to Earth by an hearse
Glared by the opening door of sue
She showed the way of an island cursed

"Do this! Don't do that!" says the maiden
"You're such a horse's ass lad!" says the widow
Confused, rattled and blare of these laden
Shank words, they ripped my heart to hollow

Expel myself from this surreal world
Isolation in darkness, I hid and loomed
Embracing solitude with chaos of hurled
My soul is burried, my body is the tomb..

She woke me up in the midst
Of the dark room tinged with hue
This time, pulling me again by my wrist
I saw her---myself holding a knife,
As sharp as her looks and smirks anew
Asking  "Would you now spare me your life?"

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 01, 2020 ⏰

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