Melting into nothingness,
a sea of glass,
reflecting prisms of light,
upon my soul.
Where do I go?
Can I find
my way down,
the crimson path?
So much pain,
uncovered ,
discovered,
perhaps too late,
Broken glass of
my heart,
too many pieces,
too many faces,
to trust
again.
Please help me in this
spiral down to
the ground.
give me hope,
give me a light,
in the velvet box
of my heart.
Trinkets,so many memories,
left to sort,
through.
Faded roses,
in picture frames,
darkness settling
into the dust.
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