Tunes in my head: You Enjoy Myself by Phish
Atmosphere: Creative
peering in through the wall
my image moves around
he stares aimlessly at the tile
and beats me to the ground
i try and fail to defend myself
as my mirror stands proud
there's nothing left that i can do
no-one hears screams so loud
i clamber up from the sink
and taste the bloody drool
from the other viewpoint
it must be some kind of fool
i cannot think or double back
there's nothing to be said
escaping from the iron grasp
before becoming so dead
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