I look in the mirror...
my naked body bleak...
Tormented words written in ink
God will give them blood to drink...
The second month, thirteenth day
The year is two thousand and nine...
Hush little one, don't say a word,
It does no good to speak...
She falls to her knees in the candle-lit dungeon,
The blood trickles from the corners of her mouth...
She's just standing there alone in the dark
Can't see in front of her...
She's lurking around her world,
Finding nothing but shattered glass...
Slowly the mind is drenched in so called engulfing...
The pain drives many to be deprived into lasting...
I'd fight without a second thought
through a battle in which they've sought...
It was a long time ago when I came to my sense.
My lore grows in a unique way...
Her anger rocks every bone in my body...
*Important Note:
`I have no clue where this came from...