the odds are even

the odds are even

A Poem by cloakedone

i hate the mirror
but how can when it is me?
the odds are even


i love my death but hate my life
evil is good and good is evil
water is fire and fire is water
the odds are even


when i learn to hate you i must also love you
when i learn to bleed ,i must also learn to kill
when i learn to be human,than i am a monster
the odds are even


your ugliness is beautiful,your beautiful is stupidty
your lies are truth and the turht is lies
the odds are even

© 2015 cloakedone


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cloakedone
cloakedone

havanna, AR



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