is it any surprise that you feel so over overrun?
two stepping your way through a thoughtless pattern
when the cards aligned you drowned them with disillusion
playing the devil's advocate to your withdrawn sense of self
mirrors never worked for vampires, so people gave up on it
fallen statues of heros canvased your albums and walls
broken needles rained the floor with blood and paper wings
you never amounted to more than a pin-up whore.
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