David Sabo - wierd

Spaces in between
they seem so far to reach
open up the wound
at least it will be cleaned

the mirror resembles a menace
catch a tear and clear the grimace
just a minute ill be finished

the games i play with myself
cant be good for my health
I cant look into my own eye
as i sit here and try to lie

face the day and smile
im the king of denial.

David Sabo

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