Saturday, January 22, 2011

Done With Mirrors

first the silence hits you
a massive wall of percussive nothing
and the rooms inside your mind crumble
the minions of doubt will march
laying siege to your castle of dreams
waging a war of attrition on the plains
the battleground of fear that exists
on the surface of a reflection

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