Krystle Steen
Facing Reality
The mirror falls and shatters
and displaces all reality I may have overcame. But a peice cuts into my flesh to show me that it's still there. A red fountain pours out of me. The warm liquid burns ass it streams from my eyes. The string is ripped from my finger and my web begins to unravel. I scream, but no sound escapes from my lips. After my last glance, I collapse on the ground.
From Letras Mania