He follows me everywhere
With a hasty trod of his
To bring upon me despair
For it remains his wish.
With a hasty trod of his
To bring upon me despair
For it remains his wish.
He observes every moment
With the sharpest sight of any
To cause me woe of latent
Not known to many.
With the sharpest sight of any
To cause me woe of latent
Not known to many.
He haunts me in sleep
With his guilt ridden soul
To yield me melancholy so deep
For he is jolly of foul.
With his guilt ridden soul
To yield me melancholy so deep
For he is jolly of foul.
But everytime I'm before a mirror,
I find myself beholding my terror.
I find myself beholding my terror.
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