shattered mirror

In a shattered mirror, she lies awake,

With a heart made of glass, all the dreams that break.

A shadow of innocence, a dance of despair,

In the grip of her darkness, nobody's there.

Whispers of secrets that twist and bind,

She numbs all the scars that she can't leave behind.

But in the silence, the truth remains cold,

A broken girl trapped in a narrative she's told.

She’s chasing the high of a fleeting embrace,

Yet every sweet kiss leaves a bitter taste.

A mother of verses, in shadows she sways,

On a stage of illusion, where the lost souls play.

Draped in deception, in pleasure’s tight hold,

Each touch is a reminder of the stories untold.

In a web of her making, she finds her release,

Dancing on edges, never finding peace.

But in the silence, the truth remains cold,

A broken girl trapped in a narrative she's told.

She’s chasing the high of a fleeting embrace,

Yet every sweet kiss leaves a bitter taste.

Beneath all the lust, she still hides and cries,

In the ashes of love, her true self just dies.