This is my Life

As tear drops splatter to the ground
so does a thousand dreams.

Hopes for what has yet to come
are dashed by the stain of blood.

All the faith inside the cavity of the mind
is erased by the dark abyss of fear.

What was once good is now evil,
what was once light is now dark.

The thread that held them apart
now weaves them closer together.

To hold on to sanity
means to lose reality.

This is my life!


Natasha Shotwell
7-19-07
1939