museum of madness.

Under the wrath of his heart
I stopped beating my head against the glass,
Starting eating my way throughout the shards
Of loneliness,

I'm gutted , more so empty inside
Bleeding internal for hysterical reasons

Even faceless faces laugh in mirrored rooms
My ears have eyes for a view

I see them dancing in insane circles
Toying with the memories of you,

If only a reflection
Was without a mirror image
nothing about you ( see through )

I'd be dancing with you
In this museum of madness.

Nardine Sanderson 05/10/2015.