October Tide

Small steps
Closer to the mirror
The shame is in the deep
Slipping through a vast form feeling fragile
With hollow heart, a thin shell, a reflecting art
Still searching for hope
Year apart the shallow grave. Still to deep
Like an avalanche of pain
Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak
The creator is waiting as I seek
Dying inside
Try to hide away from psychic lies
They pull me under
Constant waiting for my relief