To you, maybe
it means...
I could write about a woman lost
within the woods, whose hands...
Where is the Justice?
What's wrong with this justice system...
When the mirror was upon me
to explain my vanity...
Take me away
to where the sands...
She hugged herself,
staring at her mutilated leg...
There is no hope
our lives are doomed...
We are not beings of fairy tales
rather we are as plain as nails...
Don't hold high your fingers to blame others,
Better try to look inside of you...
Hold me down and force your lies
Choke the truth with your disguise...
Forked tongues speak hate,
spewing venom far and wide...
Her Last Breath
Torturous darkness...