The mirror hanging on the wall shows its broken reflections.
Where is the blindness to hide the deafness?
Trying to escape but the passageway is void of light.
Into the maze of doors I turn.
My world is awake in its disguise of sorrows.
At the ballroom of masquerades!
My fears stand naked.
The demons are not changing partners.
What will help me purge these nightmares?
Where I will not have to concede to its bleeding agonies.
For time will whisper upon the shadow of death.

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