Faded memories haunt me still.
Life's a banquet, yet I can't fill.
Shattered mirrors reflect the soul,
My chameleon's secret yvil hole.
Dreams are ashes, and hopes are dust.
My guardian angel, I can't trust.
Despondent, I hear, with no choice,
From afar, that seductive voice.
Child, tell me who you used to be
and empty all your thoughts to me.
Soon, soon enough, I'll fill your void,
and seize you back, your shell destroyed.
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