GloMag GloMagMay2020 | Page 345

As I stood stoically, letting the blade cut deeper into my veins, trying to trade grief for pain... ************************************************ You, mad woman, roam the streets, I shudder in solitary silence, invisible glass walls I silently bleed, drip drip to the musical beats You, mad woman, roam the streets, I weep through the night into my bloodstained sheets I speak to a voice that no longer answers nor calls You, mad woman, roam the streets I shudder in solitary silence, invisible glass walls... 345