"Distorted Reflection"
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staring in a mirror, my eyes filled with deception and false truths
like a flawed noose, my neck tightens before release, raw abuse
emaculent versions of lies, hide behind the shadowed dephs of my eyes
a spiritual rise form this wrong and misconstrued events of demise
I'm blinded by the glare from the mirrors truth telling reflections
A rare appearance of a clear roose to hide all of hells conceptions
I feal a blessing, but can't recognize the presence of helpful spirits
hidden in whispers of angels, came gods warning but I failed to hear it
now trapped in this cage of prysim colors, which sheild the smiles of evil
a mild retreival, of my life from the clutches of a haterd so wild but feeble
I feal my face to find my self, but still cant sense my own presence
alone is this message, to give god my heart and soul as a present
a rewarding lesson, but still I turn my head without means of notice
punished to not expose emotion, but I have been redeemed to show it
without knowing it, I've shown my self, by mirror, a twisted man inside
pissed & damned to lie, anger flows to the top, kiss my plans good bye
cuz from this point on, I'm lost trapped amungst these words of confusion
with this wrongful path I'm choosen, distored is this view a curved illusion
now at a stare down with a curupted spirit but now appears to be me
and its clear to see, that the fear, hate, an adjustices stands here near me
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~BABZ~