I stare at the moonlit lake,
Trying hard to find the strings to help me know who I am,
Into what has become of my shattered soul.
All I see is a girl gone too faraway,
Caught by the sinister thorns and ugly tendrils of life.
My bony fingers feel what is left of my face,
Broken, ragged and fiercely afraid to be a monster;
The one that I feel I've become into.
I turn around,
Searching with my frantic eyes the ghost of my past.
But deep down did I know that what was once mine
Is not any more.
I carve my path to the core of my not undead heart
Wanting to grasp what little I'd left.
Bottles brimmed with grieving faces fill my vision
Making me cry out in agony.
A lurking li'l girl sitting in a corner grabbed my attention
Luring me in with her void black eyes.
I lurch forward,
Reckoning the indistinguishable youth that of her and me.
As I near her,
I could feel her fading into the darkened pit of the Otherworld;
Whispering in my ears, the sweet sound of her lullaby,
Coaxing me to come after her.
And I being the beguiled,
Closed my eyes and sinked deeper into the pit.
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Rosé Cacti
Poetry"See the war inside of her Of the heart and the soul Deadlier than that of the heart and mind. She laughs, She conceals; She cries, She writes; All that the heart wants, she gives And the soul is fed with fake promises. She flourished her wilting ro...
