They said I lost myself
That time I strayed
Into that deep, dark wood
Well, if I did, how is it
That I am still found?
A young woman,
I was tripping over my
Own vines
Scratching my legs
And forcing my own life blood
From the very veins
That I worked so hard to hide
That said it stole my soul,
That thief, hiding
In the deep gra**
Waiting to see if
My corset was intact
Wanting nothing more
Than to find the tiniest
Thread it could unravel
With its bare teeth
Knife sharp
Well, if that is true, how is it
That I did not bleed?
They said I lost my heart
Taken on wings
And thrown into an abyss
Beyond redemption
Pierced fiercely by that
Flaming sword
It kept hidden beneath
That tortuous smile
Brought out only
To aide in its unraveling
Well, if that is true, how is it
That my heart yet beats?
They said I searched so hard
My hands and feet
Blistered with the heat of
Frustration, the effort
Like walking uphill
In a storm of shattered gla**
Each piece reflecting a part
Of my ever lost mind
Never finding that which
Was taken in the tempest
Well, if that is true, how is it
That I yet possess
The Golden Key?