Frozen in faded memories,
Stained in the past's blood
Hurting like a broken heart
You act concerned as I cry
Yet I know what you hide
I'm torn apart by a bitter sadness
Shaking beneath sheets stained scarlet
I lie gazing into the mirror for so long
I’ve come to believe my soul’s on the other side
Yet my image in glass, faded and heartless
Almost perished, seems less lifeless than I
Staring upon me from behind its fragile glass
It taunts me with drifting dreams
Of how painful life used to be
Of how empty and hollow I feel
My very soul, a void, bleeds ever into itself
My desolate image sheds no blood nor tears
No spirit or sadness
And I lie…
Cold and shivering as tender wrists
Are nailed to a wall of decaying shadows
And the stinging blade of incompletion
Pierces my ever dying heart once more
The echo of my cries
Lulls me to feverish delirium
Begging for merciful sleep
Looking upon my terror
With expressionless eyes
My reflection steps forward
Out of the mirror with sorrow in its eyes
As my image slides the steel across its throat
Crimson pours from porcelain veins
Into the ashes of disintegrated tears
Where I shatter into my pain.
"Life is not lost by dying;
life is lost minute by minute,day by dragging day,in all the thousand
small uncaring ways."
Christina
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