Your call.
On one side, destruction.
On the other, shallow mimicry and lies.
And in between, an empty room
With vast white walls
cold to the touch
for comfort.
Your companions
Silence, Dread, Fear
looming
growing
overwhelming
No one can hear your screams, my dear
No one will tend to your wounds.
Walking tall, keeping up appearances.
A deep dark mass of mutilated flesh
a speck of dust in a field of flowers.
It would have been a beautiful day
if you had but a heart
to appreciate with.
Back in the room
this is your true self.
Cheap disguises and bouts of anger
nothing but attempts at feeling
You can be whoever you want
I saw her body sinking deeper
into the fading submerged light.
Soft waves of past troubles,
dreams of unlived struggles
and vast lands of green, cerulean and gold
Secrets untold,
caressing her face-
its emptiness
reflected in the deepening sea's echoes
of screams kept hushed,
of triumphs unshared
of love unrequited
of pain ignored
In the dreams embraced,
truth abandoned.
Into the depths she progressed,
out of harsh red escaped
Drowning in reality.