: About Me

Look in her eyes. Can you read those Spinning thoughts? Do you know that Beneath that perfect forest a fire burns? Fire hot with Love and lust, Fear and hate, Hope and joy, Depression. I see the maddness Slowly encroaching. I know she wants to die. I know she wants to kill. I see those dark creases in her mind. She begs to feel the blade penetrate their soft skin. I watch her morbid curiosity, Winding through her body. And I step away from the mirror.