Lovely how her hair falls
Along the side of her face when the demon calls
True that her world is beautiful
But time and time again she hits brick walls

Bruised and bloodied she struggles to carry the weight
Looking inward seeing red hate
The ever present spiders calling her name
But spiderwebs hold no fate

A simple glance can shatter the bliss
Broken glass with a soft kiss
Disgusted by what is seen in the reflective shards
No matter the concentration, she will always miss

The world turns over too fast this time around
Thrashing through walls, making no sound
Angry, invisible bruises begin to show
Waiting eagerly for the day peace of mind is found