Staring back at my rotten gaze,
you realize you are in my maze.
There is no escape,
this is your fate.
Where is my pity you ask?
It lies in the depths of my mask.
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Poetic Music
KöltészetA collection of poems written to soundtracks which are there for you to play.
Imperius
Staring back at my rotten gaze,
you realize you are in my maze.
There is no escape,
this is your fate.
Where is my pity you ask?
It lies in the depths of my mask.
