Lying in wait
Beneath the veil
In depths I stare
With curtains drawn
To my eyes revealed
Made of glass
A tainted mirror
Marks my saddness
Of repressed thoughts
In my sullen soul
Views of shadows
A fades image
Shows my pain
In it's reflection
Upon my pale face
An endless glance
Pours out a past
Of wasted dreams
Like a window
To my aching heart
No more running away
Accept what is seen
It can't be hidden
Or forgotten completly
These my deepest secrets
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