Shape Me
Shadows of a broken past.
Empty chards of colored glass.
Cutting my cold hard veins.
Flowing tears that forever stains.
Searing heartache that tidy remains.
I know what will remain with us.
The narly clay that shapes my bust.
Shape me!
Shape me!
A shallow figure in the mirror.
That's not me.
Witches put their spell on me.
Their words, echo within.
Never to walk this earth again.
Without the thorns in my brain.
Without nothing to keep me sane.
I know what will remain with us.
The narly clay that shapes my bust.
Shape me!
Shape me!
A shallow figure in the mirror.
That's not me.
-Jezz 2008-05-08
Over & out// Jezz.
