Random Thoughts

As you stand in the dark
In the mirror
A stark
Figure appears
..
In a forest of vines
You are searching for signs
..
The water pushes you lower
Thoughts race trough your mind
Your fear renders you blind
..
Lonely she waits
Her hair of black silk
A fear in her eyes
Yet her skin smooth as milk
Alone she well be for the rest of her life
Until it is stabbed through by a knife