De memoires van Cassandra en Cassanova, final chapter.
08-05-2012
Gazing into mirrors
Gazing into mirrors as she threads through life adjusting the image in her head to reality Feeling so different from how she looks each confrontation is a dissapointment Hunted, chased, running, always running she doesn't even know why or what she's running from No escape, no resilience even no release from the constant pain the throbbing feeling inside like being eaten alive. "Get it out of me, kill it, kill it" She ought to be chasing rainbows the whole world got unbalanced and she's the only one noticing running from injustice hiding from cruelty and no matter where she runs always running into the arms of the wicked world again there's no such thing as fairytales there's no such thing as karma there's no happy endings everything is just a lie how is she supposed to live here? "Get it out of me, kill it, kill it"
Gazing into mirrors as she threads through life
