(en)Title(d).
My ever tired heart-
she prays for rest…
quiet, dark, nothingness.
As always,
the devil in the mirror
dismantles the system
that glimmers with gold.
A decaying machine,
disintegrated axels-
overloaded, overworked…
underappreciated.
One may think,
though presumptuously,
they carry the knowledge,
the failures,
the…downfalls
of themselves.
Nevertheless,
my mirror reveals
all things unholy
I have been incapable
of seeing myself.
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