• Trapped inside her mirror world
    She watches children play and cries
    Thunder claps upon her wings
    The moon glows in her eyes

    Scars drip with blood and cover her arms.
    Her face as pale as clouds
    And dancing on the floor
    Is the train of her gown

    "Love is nothing",
    cries the girl,
    The broken girl
    Who stands alone
    "I am nothing",
    cries the girl
    The broken girl,
    who stands alone.

    Her apron stained with blood and gore
    Her victims hand prints on the wall
    Laughing,crying,slowly dying,
    As she walks down the hall

    A tear hits the floor
    The broken girl is all alone...
    But...


    Was it meant to be like this?