Behind the Darkest Mirror
Behind the darkest mirror, Where truth beholds its own disgraces, And hope knows nothing of light or of doves, But of darkness and a plight so lonely and long. Behind the darkest mirror, Where the violet light shines, And the ivory clock dings... I search solemnly for peace. Behind the darkest mirror, Where horror is contagious, And to love is to hate. This is where night and day begin. Behind the darkest mirror there is pain, There is sorrow, There is death... But there is also truth, And truth is not forgiving. Sometimes looking into the mirror only refelects mere hatred, But when you look behind you will see what truth believes in... You will see that truth is merely the off white wall, And it has been there all along, You've just been too busy looking at yourself to realize it. Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 02:37 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"Behind the darkest mirror,..."