You know you are dead when you cant look at yourself in the mirror
Human faces (like resting places)
in splendor shine.
And one sees nothing but
faces that stare,
faces that glare
faces that cry,
faces that lie
Faces! enough of that!
Today,
a faceless creature stopped me on the street
and said:
You are beautiful, my lady
and I wanted to smash his face.
Now,
all mirrors are broken,
prophecies, all spoken
Nevertheless,
I seems like I just cant escape
from sketches
God Almighty!
Im being hunted by countless faces,
Help!
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