Gallery of Pain: THE FACE OF DISGRACE by WhiteTearAngel
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WhiteTearAngel
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The mirror is shattered, stained with blood
I feel the hot liquid run down my face I see the broken pieces on the ground Still being able to see that ugly disgrace That face of disgrace that has taunted me I've cut up that face I've stitched up that face But it keeps coming back, that face of disgrace I'm a monster in this world My face is pure filth I'm so disgusting, That even God spits on me I have been abandoned I am all alone Alone in this world that hates me so Because of my face, my face of disgrace Everyday, I break that mirror Over and over again It keeps re-appearing Everyday the same blood-curdling scream is heard The same blood on the ground, the same chips in the wall The same cuts in my face The same pieces around After this act there seems to be no sound The hollow feeling inside Swallows me whole The feeling of nothing The feeling of a blank Everyday I do the same thing over again I wonder if I am in a hell A hell brought only to me Because I am so hated.... |
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