A skeletal glory,
So painfully close to me...

* a rather long winded writing, it tends to drag...
She's tripping up on the fabricated past she had...

Through the trusted eyes of a mirror,
The ordeal has begun...

Will you take me for all i am ?
Misplaced intentions and unfinished sentences...

If ann wants me with her, then there is none who...
Oh, i have missed you so ******, Why does everyone...

I can't recall
Liquid leaking into my NO closed mouth in the dark...

A desire stirring within,
To fall into my cold abyss...

Pieces of torn paper stuck to my mouth,
'being a good girl...

It all goes black, that same darkness
Whispering...

Overwhelmed by what she wants (me to do)
Powerless to the tears - i wish not to weep...

I suppose i should be happy,
that my intentions go unnoticed...

I never intend to leave you behind,
But if recovery's road looks more appealing...