Anima
My love My unknown stranger love Wondering through the depths of your mystery alone I see you knee deep staggering through muddy waters trying to find a vine A branch, a shallow pool where that old reflection, your long lost dream can once again emerge from a deep restless slumber of shadowy remembrance into the shrouded figure that wonders through the woods the elusive crying beauty you once painfully mistook for my face… I can see you beg her for help With the humble voice of a whispering willow but her silent hands cannot give answers they can only present you with the knife, blade side first and sparing no smile for your misery start to serve you with instructions to cut deep and though your protests remain bare and blatantly ignored she says she knows that you’ve been bleeding on your kitchen floor for months but that’s just the way it’s gotta be because eventually mirrors will kill you unless you are prepared to see and you