Look beyond the looking glass,
walk beyond the crowd, the guilty mass...

Succumb to your deepest desire,
a desperate love...

Shakiness of the hand,
shallowness of the breathing...

There is nothing anymore.
Nothing in front of me...

I was made to believe life is not a fairytale.
Years went by that I disagreed...

Falling.
To death...

Reaching out with trembling fingers
Slipping through the cracks...

Rush out the door,
Angry to the very core...

Whispered words of a secretive nature,
what can be said...

Life was slow and steady.
Calm and absolute...

Hidden thoughts tossed into a maze
A maze where the creator doesn't know to navigate...

The pointing fingers attached to faces with morbid...
Hollow laughter with obvious distrust...