| Seeking inside the mirrors call she struggles to find salvations rope. A child peers curiously behind her, considering this deserted reflection. Gaze of the innocent fogs as horror visits the young living. Muted gape and wide eyed, they stand in her river and watch her crack. She will be your saviour no more, their utter helplessness speaks. She is a fragile ailing newborn. Her barren heart, it ices over, and her strength weeps at her feet. Caged with blind emotion, no reflection will shield her now, with mindless motion, she turns to watch her child crack. |
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