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Silver strings embraced by night
Godly gleams of shivering light
The glorious gaurdian, still as stone
Mysterious art, bueaty unknown
Always there, but never seen
Brilliant shine, subtle sheen
Graceful gliding, light does dance
The gaurdian changes her stillfull stance
The soul and mind
Endessly interwind
Silent solace, a living lie
Trapped in wonder it did fly
Ethereal splendor sheilded from sight
Delicate, crystallized in the night
The spiders teeth to her preys breast
On forbidden bueaty it will forever rest.
Of Shattered Glass
My face trapped in the mirrior
Stealing my soul, reflecting my fears
My hands, their pale fleash,
Clean flesh, like my face
The face staring back to me
My hair, it hangs limp
And lifeless
Sissors gripped tight
By my pale hand
The hair it lay with in the sink,
So light
Like feathers on white porceline
I look at my face and mangeled hair
As pale as an alabaster statue
My mutilated hair
At odd angles
I look at my face, reflected by glass
The pale cleaness of my hands
The pale hand splintered with bright blood
Pieces of sparkilling mirrior
Ripped into my once clean skin
The pain isn’t real, but neither is
My face
My broken face
In shattered pools.
MY OWN WONDERLAND
Sitting in this awful silence
wishing for something that isn't real.
The place of comfort I escape to,
where I go when i don't want to feel.
Where all my wishes aren't just wishes,
where my dreams aren't just dreams.
I have my own privet wonderland,
a world where nothing is what it seems.
I think i know why Alice left,
why her world, she began to fear.
Fantasy is fine in theory,
but edventually you begin to disapear.
Forgotten from reality,
Lost inside your head.
Thinking thoughts you never thought,
saying words you never said.
I hope that wonderland,
will let me go away.
But even with all the maddness,
would it really be wrong to stay.
I have nothing more to say
