She hasn't been herself in a while

Tortured in the dark
A tiny flame above her head
Becomes her only spark
And even though it lights the room
It's melting at her heart
She looks at herself
She's fading away
Her once white skin
Is turning gray
The mirror is telling
This poor girl lies
She's lost her sight
She's becoming blind
Beautiful girl
Please open your eyes
Your form can be molded
You'll be surprised
It's time to dismiss
That voice in your head
That voice prefers
You melting instead
© Janelle Erin Elizabeth Peters 2021 all rights reserved