Clairvoyant

Rings match the curve of my spine,
Rings remembered from a childhood dream,
Rings appear around the wound,
Rings never to be removed.

My guide's face is made of mirrors,
My guide's face looks like my father's.

I was born holding elemental poison in these veins.
Bleed it out...



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Percy Harris
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