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No Key
by
Matt Dotson
Insanity is all that is pure
Looking past the mirror into the unknown, the unreal, the untainted
Sanity is all that deceives
Seeing things only at face value, pity for a dime when it’s worth so much more
Reality is a world of faces
Masks covering hidden lies while revealing an existing conflict with the mirror
Millions of reasons why not and none to comfort a broken heart
Conform, deform, set a path and walk it backwards
Trip over your own shadow as it laughs in your face
The sun beneath your feet making the sky dark and the ground hot
Unable to stand, falling into the fire, facing the mirror
Numb to pain yet screaming at the hurt
Callous eyes melting away a mind that never was
The sound of a dime on a marble floor, pity rolling towards the door
But no key
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