Beyond the reflexion of the mirror And far beyond its shine, Trying to reach the forbitten, Still I'm looking trough the eyes of teh blind. Here I stand, uppon my grave, And it's starved darkness ready to devore, I still look trough the eyes of the blind, They show me so much more. Trying to redempt for each of my sins I'm hoping invane to forget, But far away oblivion lives And with my anger it was fed. The eyes of the blind are my witness, That I commited no harm. Here my destiny rests, Bare, in the invisible arms.Birth sign: Cancer
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