Myrah Carls Biography

Reflections on glass
tainted, haunted memories
sanity's anchor.
...

It must have been the cold
that brought me back,
to a place in my heart
where you and I used to dwell.
...

All I have is myself -
with all of my insane ramblings.
I laugh, I cry,
I sometimes stare in the mirror -
...

Is there no end to this resentment,
to the seething anger that simmers below
the unseeming facade of a smile?
Threatening to boil over at the slightest provocation,
...

Alone, in the silence of the night,
images run through my head,
the memories fill my mind -
of a time in the distant past
...