****** Mary come out of the mirror
And see me with that face of terror
Stay with me in the mirror ever fairer
So ****** a fear blossoms forever

****** Mary what have I done
Oh why wont you come
Does it not seem oh so fun
To put an end to an ugly run

****** Mary answer my query
Why am I not a worthy quarry
Why am I so unworthy
Of you turning me too a slurry

****** Mary, ****** Mary
Come to me and forever be
Last to see my eyes teary
From a dreary sob story

****** Mary don't abandon me
Like those faerie and fantasy
Hidden from reality in story's
Mary I worry your not really

More than just a story

Mary Mary
quite contrary
Once the girl that never cried
You were Mary Beaton
And pretty Mary Seaton
And simple Mary Hamilton they all saw die.

Mary Mary
so you cry
To see the flames take breast and thigh
But heart takes hold for a thousand souls
Who hear their blasphemy no more.

Mary Mary
take his hands
And put them on your swollen waist
Make him love you
Make him touch you
Feel the phantom babe within.

Mary Mary
haunted face
The chapel so bereft of grace
curse Our Lady for her place
as she quickens see the kick
and your barren womb below.

Mary Mary
echoes call
the ghost of hopes that haunt the hall
Your darkened chamber lonely cast
reluctant lord to break the fast
two bodies strangers
one unchaste.

Mary Mary
sickened lie
the blood between your legs belies
the death that grows within your womb
around you languished hopes are strewn.

Mary Mary
So you die
with painful breath and blinded eye
The ****** takes your place at hand
with fecund fertile ******* she stands
to suckle the nation you could not nurse
for surely, you bore your mother's curse.

Mirror, Mirror on
the stained walls
who is the scariest of them all?

Mirror , Mirror upon
the studs,
why am i who i am?

****** Mary, ****** Mary, ****** Mary,
will you listen to me?
no one else has....

the mirror quit answering,
you are the closest thing i have to a friend

I am neither worn
nor torn.
There is no battlefield here to make of me.
There is nothing to help you digest
Me never giving into your "hello"
I am always "no"
I am always "next time"
I am always pick up book
before trusting people...
Contain  before express ,
And when I get too comfortable
it always comes out wrong.
I am always too strong, too much passion...
I am an overwhelming ****** marry
in a season meant for cosmos...
So no... there is was no storm here,
no hurricane
no damage.
I have just not yet opened heart long enough to let in  stranger...
It never crossed my mind
That there may be something better than feeling nothing.
That something that beats doesn't have to involve hurt.
That sharing doesn't mean losing you
and feeling doesn't mean I have to stop breathing.
I am waking in my numbness
I am stumbling from this self induced coma
Hoping to run into a hurricane that
makes me scared of leaving,
Makes me tired of sleeping.

-Indigo Morrison