by Christina Johnson

Created on: January 21, 2009

She struggles within dsespite herself, the voices that wanted her to be someone else.

Look to the sky for once it's tame, stiffel the voices make them one in the same.

Follow the pale moonlight on the ground, searching for what was lost and not found.

Walking along hidden in the trees, catching up to what she sees.

Torn apart she seperates her head her heart her mind her fate.

Grasping at butterflies that cary pieces away, It was more than sheer sanity lost they say.

Creeping along the river side seeks her reflection floating by.

In the water her face appeared ,whithered and old and nearly clear.

She reaches for the face that starts to fade, In a mist that follows the river away.

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