The Mistake

by Briana   Jul 14, 2006


Falsehoods slowly consume my soul
As the bridge I creep on breaks apart
I was told that the journey would be dangerous
I suppose it should never have begun

I'm trapped outside, in a stone cold world
Abandoned and forlorn in the wilderness
No one will let me in their homes for warmth
I grumble, but I'm aware, that I should blame the mirror

The thrill I was seeking, wasn't fullfilled
Only fed more and more, as I hunger more and more
It seems I've started a continous cycle
I'll be watching it linger, never dying, until my life perishes

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