The mirror...

by Jenna Balkin   Apr 12, 2006


Sitting in this room,
with nothing but stained walls...
I never got a warning,
that I was going to fall...

I can not find a window,
I can not find a door...
I'm suffocating, suffocating,
now I'm dead...no more...

This girl was once a living soul,
till she fell through the mirror glass...
She still looks the same,
but through the mirror, her soul did not pass...

She now waits for her victim,
to touch the mirror's face...
To set her free,
regain her soul,
and get out of the stained walled place...

But then her victim,
will have to wait...
For what will seem forever...

Someone will come,
and set her free...
Her body and soul,
will come back together...

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