Within the night, deep into the wellness of her mind
which hides pain, that lay hidden in her Pandora's box
are the tears and loves she has no more
as her sanity was slowly slipping way....

With her labyrinth of dreams she grabs hold
drips with madness this day
she grabs hold of the screams of the night
all she hopes for has flown out the door.....

If her life is between fate and hope
then her reasoning wouldn't last
with blood angels in the distance
she braces her attack from descent madness...

She sings the starlight serenade
her sadness grows, only her fingertips
grasp for the edge of the world
with her last breath the reflections of long ago....

Debbie Brooks 2014