Mirror mirror on the wall

Mirror Mirror

on the wall

I look into your depths

and feel that I fall

into a darkness

and I dont know why

was it because

someone did die

its wasn’t just someone

Paris No

many souls

you forced to go

you wanted their skin

so they had to die

they wanted to live

which of course is why

you took their life

and you wear their skin

around your neck

yes it does spin

across the lifetimes

and yours will be

shorter sadly

karmically

why you imagine

that you look gr8

inthe  animals dead skin

they couldnt wait

to die so you

could wear their skin

disatisfied with the skin you are in

Mirror  mIrror on the wall

why are you such a bloody fool

why do you  let the furriers cheat

they kill and they maim

and they unseat

the souls who cure the souls who die

the souls who trap

I wonder why

so many people

let them be

murdering bastards

we do not see

we only see the spoils of war

that you wear

and then you ignore

the victims

and they died in pain

such agony

and  all in vain

you look pretty

at least they say

but in reality

there’s no way

you can look good

in another’s dead skin

so that bloody argument

has now worn thin