By: Chris Rowe
I once looked in a mirror, and saw myself reflected,
I saw another side of me, one that is infected,
A whole new face, a whole new time,
A reflection of both grace and crime,
The vision in the mirror is not who I really am,
It's the darkest kind of side of me,
A side that should be damned.
For I'm two-sided, totally two-faced,
One day I'll give you water, the next it's poison laced,
I cannot foresee or hope to outrun,
Every heinous crime I've done,
I'm eternally two-sided, for I'm totally two-faced,
One half of perfect harmony,
The other of disgrace.
The blade cuts through me like a knife through butter,
No more will I creep like the rats from the gutter,
My life is gone, my corpse is no wonder,
For I've appeared most wretched since I went under.
My blood pours like wine,
As my life is erased,
I can't feel the sun,
Upon my scarred face.
An accursed coin,
A horrid sight,
Disappears from the failing light.