Is this a tool, can I step through, to find Another plane, Or just a shadow of a man Of weak, when you don't love yourself A superficial tool, to support the vanity, Are you my brother, you look like me, Trapped inside another world my lost twin Mirror

I cannot get up by the howling cry Just justify my longing to die, Bury me down at last, I think about it in the shadows and cry! Can scissors heal a man torn of tears, A fading I fear inside. The reaper in sheet will stand by me I'm dreaming, I'm