Standing in the mirror, staring fixatedly on her...
She scans her body close, for her very own...
He stares at the page before him
And lifts up a trembling hand...
In the emptiness that swallowed her soul she
Fidgets, tracing along the dark oak, her...
The Battle of Love
I am a battlefield...
I'm tired of torture,
I'm tired of pain...
What is it that I should be fighting for?
is it to finally feel free from hassle...
Its dark in her room
As she hides under her bed...
Trapped within life
Retreat to the unknown...
She stands infront of the mirror,
wondering why he decided to leave...
Memories still so fresh
Age it did not matter...
Wrote this after a stay in the hospital, I was in...
Confess the News of my oblivion
Tell me the truth I've longed to hear...