An Awakening

On a random morning
in chaotic form;
I happened to glance at the mirror;
to see my soulless spun eyes
painted day glow dead upon my face.

Too much black on plastic blue;
floating on yellow brownish white.
The guilt was toxic,
but the shame brought me to a place
of repentance and change.

I will take that mirror to my grave.
Meanwhile I clean my blood.
I occupy my time with good music,
and hard work.
Redemption.
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