Post by Draco on Nov 14, 2016 10:20:47 GMT -5
I see it's eyes, glassy eyes,
I look into its soul.
Thin as bone,
Thoughts unknown,
Within bloodied skin.
Screeching voice,
In my head,
I don't know if it speaks.
I try to ask,
If it's okay,
But it just seems too meek.
I try to reach and touch its heart,
But my hand hits cold,
A glassy surface, chilly ice,
A mirror is there.
I'm looking at my self,
My old, ruined self,
I'm hurt and I'm turned to stone,
My soul is screeching bone.
I look into its soul.
Thin as bone,
Thoughts unknown,
Within bloodied skin.
Screeching voice,
In my head,
I don't know if it speaks.
I try to ask,
If it's okay,
But it just seems too meek.
I try to reach and touch its heart,
But my hand hits cold,
A glassy surface, chilly ice,
A mirror is there.
I'm looking at my self,
My old, ruined self,
I'm hurt and I'm turned to stone,
My soul is screeching bone.
