Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

There's a stranger in the mirror, 
Watching as I rip my being apart, 
A shredded soul that's shrouded in regret, 
Wails as I walk among the broken shards.
My glass heart has shattered, 
And I think I've lost all that matters, 
It seems the ghost of me is here to stay. 

There's a stranger in my shell,
I don't recognize her screams, 
You've never suffered such a perfect hell, 
Until you've seen what I have seen. 

The ghost of me she waits, she watches, 
Until I'm on my knees and broken, 
Then she drains me of my color,
She makes me smother, 
And the ghost of me she smiles, 
Smiles because she's won again.