Whispering
plotting
planning
Always there in the corners, the shadows
waiting for peace after pain but it seldom follows
the mirror, she's screaming
they're screaming right back
clawing their way out
clawing her eyes out
that door shut and sealed has opened a crack
filling up her head and erasing her mind
little by little she loses track of time
and wakes from her slumber that isn't true sleep
memory fuzzy and her body weak
stares at the damage of what they have done
the mirror is broken
but still they aren't gone
