Dark mirrors

by Goth marionette   May 23, 2008

Lost in silence
It seems like I've got a curse.
Madness made me kiss the ground
Like a foolish doll screaming out loud

But no one is going to let me go
They keep destroying the invisible me.
I act like a blind girl holding a black mirror ,
Trying to look at herself through her pretty dead eyes

They can't see my bleeding veins nor hear my pain,
While they believe the serpent's tears.
This cold red rain may fill my emptiness,
But will never hide me from my illness.

Now Hell is just my home and Heaven.
I figured out that life and death are the same.
People's life is full of sins and shame,
But the weak person is always the only one to blame.

Those people are like dark mirrors
That won't let me see my reflection in their eyes
My angelic evil face is ruined in their thoughts.
Not because of my blindness but because of their rejection.


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  • 11 years ago

    by victoria

    Wow.I...wow.i have no words. I loved this. I love the darkness of it. The mirrors, the "life and hell" are all the same.


  • 13 years ago

    by tigerdan

    Hey, Goth marionette, I think your poem is very uniquely AWsome! Very expressive. Your discriptions in your poem, primarily what makes it very unique. ;)

  • 13 years ago

    by Marie

    Wonderful poem

  • 13 years ago

    by linderrrxo

    That was great i love i it soo much thank you for the comment

  • 13 years ago

    by dante

    Wow....not much else i can say to that, just wow....love the fusion of both rhyming and free verses, it added a lot of freedom to express and you definantly have a LOT of skill. throughout this offering i felt a hint of acceptance mingled with deep sadness and neglect,i hope that i read it right