A TASTE OF LIFE, IT NEVER HIDE'S, JUST PUSHED AWAY.

I WOKE UP TO SEE A MIRROR, A MIRROR'S REFLECTING, IMAGES FROM THE FRONT AND BACK, A IMAGE THAT SHOWED IT'S SELF, THROUGH DISBELIEF, A LOOK OF DECEPTION,

IT WAS THE FOCUS OF ME, ALL OF ME, I WAS SURROUNDED BY, CHAINS OF TORTURE, AS I STAND IN THE SHADOW'S OF AWE, I FORE SEEN MY LIFE, IN ALL IT'S DRAMITIZATION,
AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO, ESCAPE, IT WAS MY LIFE, FOR IT LIFE WAS REPEATING ITSELF AGAIN,

SHAME PEERED MY EYE'S, HOPE COULD NOT BE DISPLAYED, TO VENT WAS ONLY A BREATH, WAY, WAS MY CONCENTRATION, AND CAUSE WAS MY QUESTION, I HAD NO WORDS, TO ANWSER, AND NO TAPE, THAT COULD REWIND THESE IMAGES, AS IT WAS AGAIN, OVER, A PAGE IN MY CHAPTER, SKIPPING ITSELF TO TO NEXT,

I TRIED WITH HURT, AND IT DID NOT HELP, I SCREAMED HATE, AND IT LAUGHED AT ME, AND A WORD WHISPERED SOFTLY, SAYING, TRY HOPE,