child of the other side




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Mirrordreams. The word makes me think of false reflections, pretending, living in fake worlds; you get what you deserve, not what you expect. 
You receive what you give though a lot of folks don’t think so. Until it occurs. That’s what happens with the you-person in this poem.


Tears of pink

In the deep depths of the sea
Green clouds forming a brace
Smiles a girl with carved eyes
Blood plastered on her face

Given notice of a spell
Though the fingers won’t entwine
Black riddles stay unspoken 
Your words hurt more than mine

Crystals fallen out of the sky
Tracing paths on our ground
A bird dropped the letter long ago
Back to the origins of sound

Kiss the butt of my religion
Crush the mirrors of your fate
Red and pink are not forgiving
Killing now is not too late

Little girls smile in last despair
Yet the candle is blown out
Iron darts have found some patches
Attacking harder than your shout

When love is making false appearances
And lies seem to be true
Then kiss my red contains for ever
Only the blackness belongs to you


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