Self Shattered

"Shattered"
December 2006 - Edit
First Written - Oct '06

She sits quietly, her hands and soul bound,
Her sweet freedom, will not again be found,
Hope is but a fleeting, adrenaline rush,
Dying oh so quickly before fear's icy touch.

Her gentle soul will someday soon break
Her broken heart already has its aches
Her crimson tears shall soon assuredly fall
And even now she feels so hopelessly small

Locked in her self-made prison of doubt
Never will she know what she is truly about
The only thing she will ever feel is biting pain
All that will grace her face, is tears; like rain

And any day now, she will shatter deep inside
From herself she has no true place to hide
She will, inevitably one day soon, just fall
She will have come to face a hard cold wall

Never again will her soul truly feel at peace,
Never again will her emotions be at ease,
And her heart and soul will swiftly fade away,
But in her prison; self-shattered body will lay.