Empty Mirrors

Restless soul
A walking cliche 
In a race towards death
With a chaotic cadence
Someone free me
Let me go
This land is a prison 
Heaven or hell must be freedom
Where’s the beauty
Where’s the love
It’s the calm
It’s the presence 
I no longer hurt
It’s too constant to feel
A watched pot never boils
My reflection can no longer reflect 
It’s ok to hide
To seclude from others
But where did I go
Mirrors can’t break, can they

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