Except Her Own

she sees in the dusy mirror

her reflection the she can't stand

and she cannot help but feel

that her world is on a one way spiral

downward...

no matter what she does

she feels she cannot save herself

from the pain of her own reflection

that makes her sick...

no pain, no happines...

seems to cure her

no friends, no love

seems to complete her

only her sickning reflection to keep her company

no arms to surround her

except her own...

no hand to wipe her tears

except her own...

no kiss to save her

except the kiss of the dagger

which lies peacfully within

its bloody sheath

giving her the happiness she always knew she could

die

for.