Broken Reflections of a Mirrored Life

Beautiful liars tell
beautiful lies, both
fundamentally grotesque
once beauty dies.
A facade of fabricators,
decievers and theives; an
extensive necropolis where
Grace does not dwell; inhabiting
abandon chassis’s and
mislaid shells of shattered
selves; are merely remnants of
one’s own living hell.
This place being like an ever
changing canvas of individual
likeness of a carefully created
painting; precisely put together
yet seemingly disarranged.
Embracing confusion by
glorifying ignorance with
foolery; as if Mona Lisa
painted the Davinci of a
stereotypical judgment being
that of a mirrored reflection.

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