Mysterious ways

Mind speaks of itself in
twisted ways
bloody reminders of sorrowful nights
by nightmares, the very idea of terror
rising its tendrils and swallowing her
whole.

Is this what life was meant to be?
A constant playback of what was?
Is there anything to destroy those twisted
thoughts; because its eating her insides.

Acid pools around harsh words
and anger spews from uncensored mouths.
Is this where the world has turned,
when no one is around?
The world seems to turn in
mysterious ways.

Colorless landscapes and unattractive
addictions, a bed of roses; where she lies
and her comfort is multiplied.

Unrestrained, and unwinding roads
the world turns in
mysterious ways.