Sybil

I ran away from the black church on fire golden and silver trees falling on me their leaves just like tears of mercy I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice they tried to bury me as a violet light took me a wild scream skinned inside I looked around, myriads myriads of mirrows all my images went out of their glass showing me their hands a red cross stamped with blood I was the victim of a sacrifice they tried to bury me as a violet light took me a wild scream skinned inside