Unlock The Door

Many nights
She sits at her desk
Writing her poetry
The ticking Clock
Often interrupts
Her thoughts
As if the time
Is playing with her
Time flys
When your having fun
Time barely passes
When your in a hurry
Time stands still
In her darkest hours while
Searching for the key
To unlock the door
To free her soul
From this painful world
Putting her pen
And paper aside
She picks up
Her keenest knife
Whispering to herself
'How she could
Slit her vein
To end this pain
Watch her blood flow
Down the bathtub drain
Return to those
As vengeful spirit
Haunting them
And make them pay
For their damage
They've done
Tormenting her heart
Because to him
It was only
A Mind Fuckery Game
Breaking her wings
Crippling her
From taking flight
Beating her down
With all his mite'
Breaking free
From her thoughts
She gets up
From her desk
Walks to the bathroom
Looks in the mirror
Knowing who she
Is inside
Yet questions
The reflection
Looking back at her
Is she an illusion?
Or the angel of death?

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