Shattered Reflection
They say the mirrior reflects
the Soul
But why is it that my reflection
is Shattered
Pieces drift out of sight
forever Gone
Is it to say that my soul
is Wicked
Twisted
and Hell-Bent
Yet, a hell-bent sould is still
a Soul
Perhaps dark and bloody....but
still Intact
So I guess my soul is vanishing
away Forever
What a pity, I rather like the
useless Thing
Copyright © Brittany Duplantis | Year Posted 2009
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