House of Mirrors 3

Panting and running
I don’t want to see this
the mirrors show me
the mirrors, the mirrors

A boy stands tired
his pants are torn
blood streams down his ligaments
the mirror shows, the mirror shows

Continue running, run
another mirror
another image
it shows, it shows

Arm-less, a hole in his gut
the young man spits
blood covers the mirror
the mirror moans, it moans

Screaming in horror
she cannot escape this truth
it’s what the mirror shows
what it foretells…

Death reaches for her
Screaming, running
You cannot hide from me
but this is not the end

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