Broken Mirror, by Broken Mirror Subscribe to rss feed for Broken Mirror

A strike,
a gasp for breath,
darkness screams the untold truth,
the light that falls,
it glitters faintly,
the last hope.

superstition comes into play,
illusion of a guilty mind,
pieces pierce my flesh,
they punish me.

I hoped for the lost,
but it has fled from me
a metaphor for my sanity.
Posted: 2005-08-06 17:59:36 UTC

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