“She counts the tiles on the cold bathroom floor lays her secrets out like stones square by square tile by tile she doesn't feel anymore.” — Diana Rasmussen Copy Share Image
“Smothered by control a tormented soul trapped in his castle Her tears rolling mist proof she exists in Snow White Darkness.” — Diana Rasmussen Copy Share Image
“She counts the tiles on the cold bathroom floor lays her secrets out like stones square by square tile by tile she doesn't feel… — Diana Rasmussen Copy Share Image
“She looks in the mirror seems vaguely familiar like steam on the glass shame covers her past the fog slithers down as evil surrounds.” — Diana Rasmussen Copy Share Image
“As tears fall from her face she begins to sway Love shouldn't hurt this way.” — Diana Rasmussen Copy Share Image
