hanging by threads
from the core
her trapped heart
with a hurting soul

blades of lies
penetrates digging holes
of deep darkness
leaving emptiness within

her clawed face
and sadden soul
she fears death
covered in tears

worry lingers through
her confused brain
staining her mind
black with pain

her heart echos
the false love
the promised illusion
and poisoned temptation

dripping wet eyes
filled up with
tears of hesitation
crying for solitude

hung in sorrow
chained against walls
of dark depression
reflecting yesterday's rain

around her neck
a tightened noose
coated with barbwire
hurt and pain

left all alone
with no mask
concealing the shadows
choking her soul

leading her through
a loneliness maze
loosing the shape
of her whole

the lost young
girl she was
has completely vanished
into thin air

now she is
a confused woman
living in her
own garden's hell

Caught in this twisted maze of God's creation
one can't very well see the light or destination
of what is supposed to be a stairway to heaven
that ends up being like the steps of the heathen
which are usually known to lead us all astray
that many people do ignorantly use each day.

We must be able to find a path that's new
and to realise it as something that is true.
Otherwise it'll become very dry and brittle
amounting to nothing more which is little
that is seen or known to be just worthless
like anything without a seed is fruitless.

How could we all be left here like this
to moan that we're now lost and amiss?
as compared to that which we once were
and what we could all be again to confer.
But we haven't all gone astray as it seems
for there are those who've realised dreams.

They're the ones who've come and gone before
to that place on the horizon and opened a door
in that sanctified land or realm of possibility
where just about everything is possible to see.
One needs only to have faith and also believe
avoiding those things that are here to deceive.
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