°~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.