There Are No Miracles In My MirrorA Poem by trainwreckWas the ceiling always so low? The walls keep pressing, And its getting depressing That the closing door Is all I have left. What ever happened to the rest?
All your well-meant words Sound like a cure To this hell.... It'll kill me sooner. Shortening the threads Of this sword above my head, Don't cut these ropes Like a scarf around my neck.
I think I noticed You pray for me. I guess I could return the favor, Because these blades are a poor Savior And I'm sick of falling apart In my own empty arms.
Maybe I'm seeing the light .....is it just another train???? Well, its reflected in my eyes. Painting over my stupid past, The ashes in my blackened hands Are from this fire within.
I swear my ceiling's flying farther, And this road is getting harder, I think I'm treading thicker water. Its this dream I won't escape, Its the scars, Darlin' its the ache, And no matter what.....
I still see the stains.
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Added on September 21, 2010Last Updated on January 19, 2011 AuthortrainwreckHIAboutI'm Heidi. I normally write songs, but these are the things I write when I have nothing better to say in lyrics. I am a Christian, but my work is, honestly, not overly religious. I am passionate a.. more..Writing
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