Petals In The Grass

Decaying Me

As I stare into the mirror
All that I see
Is a rotting reflection
A decaying me



Putrid thoughts
Spoiled dreams
Rancid memories
Soured schemes



Decomposing
Stinkings smells
Polluted visions
Foulness dwells



As I gaze into the mirror
I just can't flee
My rotting reflection
And decaying me


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Decaying Me

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