The Image

she met this girl by the sand pitch where they played and told their darkest secrets This girl told once she was afraid of the mirror because it revealed to her this other pale little image that was just scared to lift its eyes That image in the mirror cried tears,desperate tears that made her fear tomorrow because everyday her need grew but she was just too scared to stop,step back and say "i need..." it slept nights in a haunted house where five ghosts that lived in it wrestled to be unleashed Their power frightened her that image would never leave the mirror because that now,has become its home And there its allowed to voice its endless thoughts that a human mind could not console thoughts of a wild mind that do not rest and can take a wicked ride on infant hearts and toxicate them 'til they are colourless That very image Is the one you are looking at... that image lives with me