A glimmer of hope,
a flash of realization.
Then, the curtain falls,
the mask reappearing.
Gone was the child,
Gone was the innocence,
in her place was a
Jane Doe.
Nobody knew who she was,
what she had become,
her parents wondered where their
little girl wandered off to
Gone was the child,
Gone was the innocence,
in her place was a
Jane Doe.
Tears of frustration,
cries of fury,
endless sorrow.
Gone was the child,
Gone was the innocence,
in her place was a
Jane Doe.
She looked in the mirror, not recognizing
who she saw.
A creature with ragged flesh,
eyes an empty casket.
A reflection of her soul,
what she is
a heart of black stone,
lungs of dark smoke
Gone was the child,
Gone was the innocence,
in her place was a
Jane Doe.
No turning back,
no reversing the past,
the Jane Doe is
me.
a flash of realization.
Then, the curtain falls,
the mask reappearing.
Gone was the child,
Gone was the innocence,
in her place was a
Jane Doe.
Nobody knew who she was,
what she had become,
her parents wondered where their
little girl wandered off to
Gone was the child,
Gone was the innocence,
in her place was a
Jane Doe.
Tears of frustration,
cries of fury,
endless sorrow.
Gone was the child,
Gone was the innocence,
in her place was a
Jane Doe.
She looked in the mirror, not recognizing
who she saw.
A creature with ragged flesh,
eyes an empty casket.
A reflection of her soul,
what she is
a heart of black stone,
lungs of dark smoke
Gone was the child,
Gone was the innocence,
in her place was a
Jane Doe.
No turning back,
no reversing the past,
the Jane Doe is
me.
This seems really, really familar, so if its been done, let me know! I would never copy someone's work on purpose!
