2014-08-20 05:54 AM
All alone again...
Dying body on the floor
Aching, crying nevermore...
It's been a while since we last talked,
But don't worry, because I'm fine...
Broken little girl with cuts on your arms,
Your eyes are so empty...
Patches of darkness
linger upon an old country...
A putrid moon separates the skies like a rotten...
Exiled from a lonely hole in the ground...
Behind my tears there is anger
Behind a brave face there are lies...
When it was made
it was rehashed from a bucket of Angels...
Who decided that when I laugh,
tears should drip from my tongue...
Winged mirrors carry my thoughts aimlessly
glistening crystals of sky reflecting my sombre...
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My mirror mocks my image daily...
Looking back demoralises
paths trodden that deserved...