:: The Glass Cross...Shattered ::

:: Wednesday, February 26, 2003 ::

Fictional Reality


She....The constant state of coma
Machines screech loud enough to wake the dead
Head feeling like a 200 mile per hour crash
She is fixated on innocence

Something never had
Peace of mind
Violated....Torn apart Soulless
Suffocated by the blinding lies of reality

Never as she was
Twisted Murderous Woman
Defiled by the masses
Her life torn asunder

Stone features
Never laughing
Never crying
Callous and as deadly as a god

Reaper of innocence
She now hates
Ripping and tearing away at the lives of the unscared
Her mind forever locked away

She is but a mislead lamb of god
sorrowful as her blade
Just as rigid
Just as brittle

Under a bright white light
Her childhood was taken away
Straight jacket covered in blood
Lobotomized and raped under the northstar...

:: WishKiller 9:50 PM [+] ::
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