Mirror
cast out, drawn in
untied, shackled grin
blessed release, devour sin
washed clean, scorched skin
A game we play, our forgotten way
in the fray, illuminated by gray
a place where they; judgment day
frowns as we lay, slay this prey
I've lost, at what cost?
to get tossed, encroaching frost
A window no more, lost yet adore
to see these eyes, judging my lies
Alucard, man, 123 jaar
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