Another burn,
my broken heart,
lessones hardly learned.
Pain.
Angry at my reflection.
tears swallowed turn my eyes red.
Know your friends.
They are the true enemy,
becaue you never see it coming.
faith is blind, hope is my blindfold.
My innocence is my downfall.
This reality has been a long time coming.
Hands grip the vanity,
green-gold eyes burn,
blurr the image in the mirror.
Young and restless.
I could hate you,
or hate myself,
for not seeing the game.
I can trace a tree,
people taken the looks in these eyes.
They saw what I hid.
The pain,
The searching,
the want to be loved.
I refuse your games.
Sit upright,
look into your eyes.
The line starts with me.
Fist pulls back
meets the mirror and with a shatter.
the image is gone.
No more innocence.
No more games.
Hunting season is done.
I am gunning down my innocence,
My hope lay shattered,
dripping with my own blood.
the spider cracks,
across my face.
And at last there is peace.
