Step, step, step.
Something at my heels.
I can’t reach the door.
Inside, with no probable cause.
Trapped mouse.
Mirror, mirror,
Hanging on the wall;
Can you tell why is the house derailed?
One, two, three downstairs,
Into underground mistakes,
A cobweb shawl of regrets.
The closet pervaded by evil,
Inside the corpse of my lad.
Where shall we try,
That new axe I despair?
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