Ripped Off

5th January, 2012.

Standing in front of the crimson mirror
Sunlight reflects through the shiny surface
Unveiling the iridescent rays

I see pieces of shattered emotions
Hanging over a cripple maiden
Strain virtue provoking distraught me

Weak soul wanders frantically
In a quest to assimilate ill fated cause
Left to storm hunted fangs of a prey

The soul gasp in dire need of harmony
To cleanse vicious heart of wizards
Thus accepting divine intervention

Once upon a time
Lady was a naive minor
Full of deep rooted desires
Now in ruins by perilous cosmos

Still staring at the strange mirror
Tears keep flowing down pale cheeks
In sprinkles her shirt gets damp
Slowly knees get feeble
Landing on the rug on her knees

A blurry image lurks through the mirror
A faint face appears fading into space
Unfolding series of sarcastic tales

Looking for the little girl with cravings
She seeks but no answers came calling
Lost into the realm of conceit vanity

She amass scampered backbone of hope
To build firm walls of molecular bonds
Fixing aright defunct spirits of hers
Standing upright she looks into the glaring crimson

Seeking for the little girl that dwells in her

(c) Y-MAG