Looking in the mirror , shes staring back at me.
I dont know who she is , this monster that can see .
A wicked cunning smile,
Her eyes so full of pain .
Me and this girl are so different but yet were so the same,
Her lips are red , her skin so pale ,
Something about this girl just seems so surreal.
I put my palm up to and slowly touch her hand,
But as i do so she begins to turn to sand ,
The closer i get she just begins to fall.
All thats left is a pile of dust to the right a antique doll,
Pressed inside its hand a key ,
What door,gate,or portel it opens we'll have to wait and see...
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