Mar 2014
Staring at a monster,
in the broken mirror.
Knowing I created it.
Knowing I created hell.
My soul accuses me,
of the damage I've done.
I let the negativity overrule,
until I had nothing,
because I became nothing.
-a.s
in the broken mirror.
Knowing I created it.
Knowing I created hell.
My soul accuses me,
of the damage I've done.
I let the negativity overrule,
until I had nothing,
because I became nothing.
-a.s
