She is a misunderstanding
A wreckage
A lost soul in the woods
She is a victim
Maybe she is a defendant
She is a flaw
Maybe she is her own law
She is a possessed witch
Haunted by her own secrets
She‘s got some stitches
(her wrists...)
She is made of fear and pain
She bleeds
She is an evil seed
She is a blunder
A mad woman tied up to bed
She is my counterpart
She is what lives inside my heart
A wreckage
A lost soul in the woods
She is a victim
Maybe she is a defendant
She is a flaw
Maybe she is her own law
She is a possessed witch
Haunted by her own secrets
She‘s got some stitches
(her wrists...)
She is made of fear and pain
She bleeds
She is an evil seed
She is a blunder
A mad woman tied up to bed
She is my counterpart
She is what lives inside my heart
Karla Bardanza
Wow Karla, this is just wicked!! Truly this is fiction, for this is no way a reflection of who you are. Maybe more like a wicked nightmare. Later tc
ReplyDelete