12-23-91
The Last Flower
Written in a mood at Carol’s Cage

Innocence in the mirror, shattered.
No choice. No voice.
The fragmented pieces staring at you.
Slivers of what used to be.

Confusion in the mirror, shattered.
Staring vacantly back from the other side.
Moving the pieces to make it whole again.
But it is never the same.

Pain in the mirror, shattered
Blood running red over reflected glass.
Running deep to the inside, heart.
Hold it tight as the throb eats you away.

Hate in the mirror, shattered.
Intensity to material ways
Fierceness numbing the unit
Cannot wash it away as the sore festers

Emptiness in the mirror, shattered
Filling me up with the void.

Fear and misunderstanding tormenting the soul
The ashes of grief falling like bleak winter snow

Black tape for a blue girl

Weep…

For the lost
lives
dream
children

Nona…always there. Asking “do you love?”

Will you ever understand you birthright is the one that encapsulated you to this grave. You can never escape you reluctant
princess to the thrown of destruction. You…mortal one, have
such little thyme. While we have forever.

Empire 122391:1040p

Feed the fuel.
Fan the flames.
Beginning with nothing.
Except for the shame.
Feeling the pain of others mistakes.
Living the life that others have shaped.

Believe in the dream.
That candle of light.
Dream of the future.
Never lose sight.

Always have vision
to see past the day
into the dawn,
into the way.

The way that you want
The way that you dream
The dawn is as bright
as any have seen.

I dream of ambitions
of an end to this strife
I dream of a better, family life.
I dream and create with all that I do.
I dream and will get and will pay all the dues.

An empire is my dream,an empire for my family

12-23-91
The Last Flower
Written in a mood at Carol’s Cage

Innocence in the mirror, shattered.
No choice. No voice.
The fragmented pieces staring at you.
Slivers of what used to be.

Confusion in the mirror, shattered.
Staring vacantly back from the other side.
Moving the pieces to make it whole again.
But it is never the same.

Pain in the mirror, shattered
Blood running red over reflected glass.
Running deep to the inside, heart.
Hold it tight as the throb eats you away.

Hate in the mirror, shattered.
Intensity to material ways
Fierceness numbing the unit
Cannot wash it away as the sore festers

Emptiness in the mirror, shattered
Filling me up with the void.

Fear and misunderstanding tormenting the soul
The ashes of grief falling like bleak winter snow

Black tape for a blue girl

Weep…

For the lost
lives
dream
children

Nona…always there. Asking “do you love?”

Will you ever understand you birthright is the one that encapsulated you to this grave. You can never escape you reluctant
princess to the thrown of destruction. You…mortal one, have
such little thyme. While we have forever.

Empire 122391:1040p

Feed the fuel.
Fan the flames.
Beginning with nothing.
Except for the shame.
Feeling the pain of others mistakes.
Living the life that others have shaped.

Believe in the dream.
That candle of light.
Dream of the future.
Never lose sight.

Always have vision
to see past the day
into the dawn,
into the way.

The way that you want
The way that you dream
The dawn is as bright
as any have seen.

I dream of ambitions
of an end to this strife
I dream of a better, family life.
I dream and create with all that I do.
I dream and will get and will pay all the dues.

An empire is my dream,an empire for my family

The seed has been planted, a life will now grow and blossom into a

life. A life I must mold into a good one. A happy and playful

existence of joy and laughter and friendships. This is my duty as a

mother. Can I do it without ever seeing such a thing? My mother

tried to do what would be right. but it wasn’t right and she ended up

scarring and innocent child permentaly. Is it her fault? In one way,

no. She did what she thought would be the best. In a way yes., for

she needed to examine it further, from more positions than her own.

Due to her choices her innocent beautiful child lost her innocence,

learned mistrust and hate and confusion. Gave up her childhood and

never learned to live. For this I resent her and pity her for not

having the courage and the belief to strive for something more.

The seed has been planted, a life will now grow and blossom into a

life. A life I must mold into a good one. A happy and playful

existence of joy and laughter and friendships. This is my duty as a

mother. Can I do it without ever seeing such a thing? My mother

tried to do what would be right. but it wasn’t right and she ended up

scarring and innocent child permentaly. Is it her fault? In one way,

no. She did what she thought would be the best. In a way yes., for

she needed to examine it further, from more positions than her own.

Due to her choices her innocent beautiful child lost her innocence,

learned mistrust and hate and confusion. Gave up her childhood and

never learned to live. For this I resent her and pity her for not

having the courage and the belief to strive for something more.