Distorted Images

Looking in the mirror she sees her fate, as her heart pounds could it be to late. Distorted images of her secreative past, thrusting madness of her future she cast. Ongoing pressure of voices in her head, the agony in crying of all the tears that she shed. Someone help me she screams into the night, as the look of horror on her face fills with fright. Decisions of what to do here and now, she can only do what her mind will allow. The taste of innocence biting at her tongue, energy expanding from her aura she is so rapidly strung. Sparks fly with electrifying heat, as she stands in her place bolted is her feet. Laughter of insanity is seeping through her veins, as her charged twisted body is all that remains. These distorted images have a story to tell, as she is forever locked in her cold binded cell.