Its locked!
And i have lost the key to it.
Beautiful pink diary with horrid images.
Beautifully designed to fool ones eye.
I don't want to expose it, I want to be accepted.
Just like a mirror swallowing things as it sees, unmisted by love or dislike.
This fear of losing it further has kept me back.
Holds me back,tied up in ropes, far from this treacherous world.
Oh it has filled me up with poison,
The scent of the rose awakens me,
Driving this mind into the world of horrors.
My senses seized, eyelids hauled up.
Burning in the fire i see it clearly,
Its locked n on entering it u will blend with it.
TO B CONTINUED
