Alone in dispair,
her long brown hair,
falling in her face,
she tries to erase her self from sight,
feeling nothing but spite,
as she sits in silence,
thinking about violence,
hopeing her hero will come to save her soon,
so she wont be alone in her room,
slowly going mad,
and sometimes feeling bad...
She has scarred other people for life,
trying to mask her own face,
blocking out people she loves,
hidden in her madness,
masked by sadness,
that might not exsist,
if she would let the sunlight fall on her face,
to glitter on her wide dark eyes,
full of demise,
that should be nowhere in sight,
after all she has not lived for many years,
why do wounds scar her soul?
when she is only but a new born beauty,
a regular cutie,
but those shadows in her eyes,
that utter silent crys,
make her look as old as the stars,
filled with pain and scars...
once she thought life was not worth liveing,
but then she found the gift of giveing,
giveing her love,
to another which she holds high above,
another soul she tryed not to scar,
but failed and turned away,
drowning her self in her tears,
but the soul held her close,
and told her he still held her higher then most.
But somehow she finds,
that she cant kill her crimes,
she feels doomed to her tears,
because that soul is nowhere near,
that she wants to hold close,
untill then she will wait,
in the silence behind her gate,
frozen in place,
watching the world go by from her prison,
the prison she chooses to reside in,
to hide behind in.
Her tears will fall,
her face will try to stand tall,
but her eyes will tell her story,
full of heartbreak and torture,
still brimming with love,
longing for the day,
when her mask can be pulled away,
untill then she will stay,
in the shadows of her fear,
her mind working its gears,
always reminded,
that she really is blinded,
a fearful young beauty,
locked away and quite moody. |
