Wed, 08/06/2014 - 12:05 -- JenM

Mirror Mirror on the wall

From God's graces have I started to fall

Now that I'm traveling down this path I am doubtful that I can return

I'm not sure what's happening to me

Or why I've accepted sweet insanity

I implore you to tell me who I've become, no, better yet, what.

On the edge of an abyss I now teeter

Inches out of this hole I slip back a meter

Will I escape this constant limbo? No, never on my own

For I know how to set myself free

The key to my secape is, simply, me

I could release myself from my toment, and yet I've chosen to stay.

I have now grown accustomed to the pain

I think "The more I suffer, the more I gain"

I hate it here, I love it here, I'm too afraid to leave

Vivo in limbus infernum

Can anyone save me from what I've become?


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