I reflect on my reflection,
And trouble what dwells within,
Empty face staring back at me,

All tainted and gorged in sin,

What do others see?

As they stare into vacant eyes?
More important is what I see
Seeing through their selfish lies



Under,

The Guillotine,
Is where you'll lay,
It's where you'll stay



People hover each day around you,

Like the piece of %#@! you are,
Your reoccurring presence,
Is like a never healing scar,


I struggle to see what others,
See in %#@! like you,

Backstabbing, raping and cowering
Is all you persist to do


Under,
The Guillotine,
Is where you'll lay,

It's where you'll stay