There Are No Miracles In My Mirror

Was the ceiling always so low?

The walls keep pressing,

And its getting depressing

That the closing door

Is all I have left.

What ever happened to the rest?

 

All your well-meant words

Sound like a cure

To this hell....

It'll kill me sooner.

Shortening the threads

Of this sword above my head,

Don't cut these ropes

Like a scarf around my neck.

 

I think I noticed

You pray for me.

I guess I could return the favor,

Because these blades are a poor Savior

And I'm sick of falling apart

In my own empty arms.

 

Maybe I'm seeing the light

.....is it just another train????

Well, its reflected in my eyes.

Painting over my stupid past,

The ashes in my blackened hands

Are from this fire within.

 

I swear my ceiling's flying farther,

And this road is getting harder,

I think I'm treading thicker water.

Its this dream I won't escape,

Its the scars, Darlin' its the ache,

And no matter what.....

 

I still see the stains.

 

 

 

Author's Note

It would be awesome if I could get some feedback.
I used to think this way a lot more than I do now. Anyway, any comments are welcome, but if you have something you didn't like, please explain so I can improve. :)

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

Well I say it's Awesome. Deep , introspective, amazing lines and a perfect play around with the lines. First of, A great title. and second , a Killer last line. It kind of vents the frustrations and the misgivings, talk of a miserable and an unlucky past..But what doesn't? Great Write....I enjoyed it..

[nono]

I like I like! Interesting feel AWESOME title and it kept me in all the way through! Though I feel its missing something! Nice job anyway!

[KatiePie]

Every word you write is amazing Heidi, you should have known that a long long time ago. :-) I miss reading your work. Is this the stuff I've been missing, that you were talking about? I miss you. :)