There awake again
why do they wake...
(The days rush past me
Cars...
He gave her this rose the petals dyed black told...
He kissed away her tears and said his final...
I cry and cry, yet no one notices,
Because of my mask...
The broken mirror found me,
Shattered to recognise...
[WARNING! you might not understand this poem, but...
The key in which...
Every morning I wake
Standing in front of that forbidden mirror...
As the blood drips from my open veins
A tear runs down my face...
Stuck in a hopeless moment
With a pencil in my hand...
I used to be able to see
Before someone gouged my eyes...
I call apond the north, south, east
To make this storm big and best...
On an angel's wings she flies far away
She is the girl with nothing left to say...