She's only a void

She's only a void

...Think what you will of me...
And see that your only looking
At a living lie...
A facade filled with masks;
An empty chamber,
Which no heart resides.
Stricken with Amnesia
Of the worst caliber,
And unable to show
Whom she is...
This endless Ivy-dance
reminds of a time
Where want and desire
Are intricate and Demanding...
Silhouettes of strangers surround,
The cloud of her vision
Is all in shrouds.
There were times where her
Tenderness seemed to count;
But no more
Will the generous leak.
And for now,
She's lost in the turmoil
Of true calling,
And forever she stands
Looking over herself
And not from her eyes;
And forever she dies inside
Only knowing....
...Forever she must
Glance into the reflection
Of herself to know this curse...

A Writhing image of self-pity...
Riddled influence,
In the form of a simple seed;
Self Discovery...