In Her Distorted Mirror Image

By: Gothic Lust

Bloody fingers scratch against the surface of the world,

Their silent pleas for help and guidance go unheard.

The cruel Iron hand beats them back into submission.

The clear glass surface reflects no flicker of hope.

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Their silent cries grow weaker with each passing day.

The cruel Iron hand silences them with force,

He has chained them to his home and bed

But one day, they know, justice will come for them.

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The glassy world reflects only what it sees,

Her passing days leave marks upon their skin.

Her neglect is what they see and know,

But how much longer can the world ignore her own?