Tortured Mind

Among a smashed mirror she tries to salvage a piece of her exsistence

A shard of glass with a fragment reflects green eyes and a tear dripping slowly down

It lands on a broken heart shattering the beat as it stops in silence

Her breath draws up the mangled jigsaw that reassembles a beautiful reflection

Once full of love and laughter touching many who looked upon her radiance

Now this face......her face living within her destroyed soul

Battles for vengeance and retribution to fill the ones 

The demons the devils that stole what she held so dear

Her worth trembles and grasps at the gutted pain

Every minute, every hour she rolls around in her tortured mind

She is fighting to get resurrection that transcends her truth and innocence

Screaming at the top of her insanity for peace and calm again

Hypnotically she stares at the shinning drop, touching it with madness and crazy laughter

Who will pay for the irreversible damage that only hope and faith can restore

Psychotically drowning in a room with no doors, she entangles the fetal position rocking and praying never to wake again

Reviews

[These Haunted Hallways]

WOW!!!! Omg, this was fantastic!! Totally love it, and can totally relate to it to a 'T.' Such a sad and powerful piece with emotion so bright, that it blinds those who see it. Very, very moving piece hun, great job!! :) *hugs*

M.