Haunted World Of Mirrors

there is a graveyard, there is a city there is a graveyard, there is a city there is a graveyard, there is a city there is a graveyard, there is a city there is a graveyard, there is a city there is a graveyard, there is a city less repose and more riposte, these restless dreams recur your ghost resides inside my head who knows what will occur before waking in my bed feeling worse than fucking cursed a psychic spiral, a stolen hearse the extirpated rage of a formative age now the figurants are forming at the center of the stage desperate kiss in the summertime rain like laments in hot pursuit of an unsuitable pain our blasted hellscape, our desolated place an echo of a fragment of a memory erased toss and turn, half awake and half undead again and again, you hear the things you left unsaid subconscious process without rest, you will never understand (you will never) what lies around the corner in a haunted world of mirrors the inexorable the inexplicable the unpredictable lost in the hallways, guideless and vast a reflection a refraction a retraction new distortions of an abandoned past recurring dreams of memory and despair (nothing's left, there's nothing to repair) mournful waking in the mirror-world (of shattered glass, I am a haunted girl) recurring dreams of memory and despair (nothing's left, there's nothing to repair) mournful waking in the mirror-world (of shattered glass, I am a haunted girl) toss and turn, half awake and half undead again and again, you hear the things you left unsaid subconscious process without rest, you will never understand (you will never) what lies around the corner in a haunted world of