You could have one taste
Of what some call dreams.
Nightmares and night terrors,
With all the violent screams.
Unlocked chains and red washed walls..
Not a pretty image for the porcelain dolls.
A place saved for the sin of an angel.
Yesterday died and lays in a tangle.
There's one dream that still feels real,
I close my eyes and sign this deal.
The truth of a reflection mirrored in me,
The only image you can't see.
Intertwined, two halves of a whole
You walk away and take my soul.
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