Lost in the echoes of yesterday’s crime. Whispers in shadows haunt her like silhouettes. In the dark, where hope quietly sets. And the cold wind blowing through her air like a seasons. I wonder if she ever sat there and cried when she would change her mind. But the mirror kept whispering her name in vain. She was all victims in the mirror of the worlds. This girl had a vision and a perfect destiny the more she tried to tell her story. People did not realize it though. Instead this girl was criticized as though she was damaged goods and had no future. Because at one point she didn’t want to keep on living in this world. Instead she was drawn into the mystical and decided to dance with the devil with every step she took, she became a rebel. She’s been through hell and back without any words. In love with her own shadow. Even though she used to be an innocent child. Born into this world as a reward for her pain. Forced to kill the pain inside and feel the devil’s demon and her plans. Even though she wasn’t like the others. She was a gift from god and that was the life she chose to live. She had to find herself a way to break out of her shell. An introvert who was shy who needed that confidence. The thief was spreading her wings. And even though she knew the truth of the things she held inside her. She was the only keeper of the key to unlock that portal door to the ‘other side’. It was lovely and beautiful when she met her maker. She knew she had become her own every night. And though she knew she had something on her side but she was pushed around. And even though she never knew herself, she was selected with the power of invading archives. Carrying memories like secrets filled with lost regrets. 

Every heartbeat echoes the dreams that she forgets.