Guilt
I feel them closing in
Vines tangle up my legs
Round my body
In my hair
They bind around my chest
I can't breathe
I can't think
I am done for
Visions in my mind
Make it that much harder to breathe
I'd scream if I had any air
For all the good it would do
Crushing tightening no relief
I am driven to more destruction
More insanity
The cycle renews
I do not know how to stop
I just add more and more
There is no way to make me right again
I can only wait
Someday it will finish it's course
My last breath will be forced out
Vines then invading my body
Every orifice filled
A rather gruesome end
It's terrifying and hopeless
Feeling the progression
And waiting to die.
The Woman in the Mirror
who is this woman
staring at me in the mirror
what happened to the carefree spirit
the silly wacky weirdo that lived in this body
what bondage, what spell was I under?
Why did I give it all to someone who never cared
And now there is no way I will ever be vindicated
No way to ever make things right
I just have to take it
Just have to deal and go on
I want to find that lovely happy girl again
I want all that love and joy to flow freely once again
I search for her, is she still there
Should I mourn her and go on
Try to forge something good from the ashes
or can I rekindle the fire
Will she ever smile at me again in the mirror
Or will I always see this sad pale face
reproaching me for what was
and what I let happen
I want her back, I want to be free
I want that untamed, unbridled, passionate creature
to blink and stare and be pleased with her reflection
to feel satisfied with all she is and resigned to what she is not
