My eyes are made of glass
                                   My heart carved from stone
                                   I celebrate death when a child
                                   is born,
                                   I am the counterfeit version of you.

                                   My life is a wall
                                   covered with the down prose
                                   I denied my soul to be recreated
                                   by the world.
                                   I am the counterfeit version of you.

                                   Blood fuel my mind, as
                                   I polish my embrace with hate
                                   I speak softly when you lie.
                                   I am the counterfeit version of you.

                                   Your skin parallels scales
                                   and my tongue lights your world
                                   my fire destroys the forest of your
                                   being.
                                   I am the counterfeit version of you.


                                  ~ Vibesmaster ~