°~Broken Glass~°

 Cover the bruises, stitch, closing the wound
Dive inside the closet to find the shining moon.
Then look in the mirror to break what you see,
pull out the lighter and numb reality.
Parted white tulips lay on the floor
where she walks past to lock the door.
Key flips the tumblers, consealing her fate
She turns up the volume, in atempt to sufficate
The ideas and illusions that leave their own mark
As she stumbles and trips, chasing shadows in the dark.
Kneeling on broken glass, she picks up the pieces.
Her reflection looks back, but it looks back through creases.
Red rose  pettels float down in silence
After being ripped from the bud by her, absent and mindless.
Bleeding faded on the ground,
She looks up to the heavens to pray out loud,
"God, help me. I'm missing in action.
There's no pleasure to this sadisfaction.
I'm faithless and cripled in this fatal attraction.
This wasnt intended, it was purely reaction."
But in the end,
Its all just pretend
As she wakes from the nightmare
Of her reality scare.

The Pheonix

I climbed above the ashes

And saw the world a new,

coming from the fire

of an end I will pursue.

wings of curiosity

spread out into this myth

Carrying the existence

we tend to gamble with.

 because worth is never established

Before our treasures go

It seems all value has vanished

As our paths run begins to slow.

when familiar implications
lay upon our retina
we disbelieve the memories
in forms of staged dementia.
And then we're much to far
To ever come afoot
But we'll die and live again
Born from the same blackened soot.