Transfixed upon those tainted lips,
that time and time again have held
the cold and steady fingertips
of self inflicted censorship.
That bore witness to his darkest days,
but never let the truth escape.
instead to keep it locked within,
Hid behind the splintered grin
of this tragic tortured harlequin.
At last I raise my gaze
to meet those lair eyes.
From the mirror, staring back,
a face I do not recognise.
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