Did i prevail to land well
My femininity beneath my shell
Into glassy true words
Who accept and not repel?
Do these letters ever meet
The concept beyond this sheet?
Or the magic hand of rhythm 
Tangles them on its spell?
Will they be the worthy heirs
To lend them my deepest fears?
Or they refuse and betray
The story they must tell?
Ring the bell ring the bell
Doom has broken to my cell
Of all unspoken tales
Listen to "my little hell" .

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived

Wandering in a land

Of darkness and sand

Sinking any moment

With a broken watch in my hand

At the middle of this circle

My circle of despair

Far away from home

From which i was banned

There which is no angle

To find some comfort 

You shall not stand, as this world is ******

Walls always expose you

To the darkness so mute

That steals your sanity

And leaves you all scammed

This never ending maze

What tricks has it planned

For this wandering child

Lost in wonderland?

The murderer of my conscious
my passions, my unconscious
You see, my last victim is me
For years i tortured her for thee
And now i am finally there
For the empty flesh that i bear
To be her remedy after pain
To choose insanity over sane
We aint playing Russian roulette
I filled the gun with all the bullets
Now i can show my true care
Upon her, while you wouldn't dare
Im gonna tuck her into bed
Put the pillow over her head
Sing her the song of the woods
Forgetting abt "should"s or "could"s
The last scream you'll ever hear
Then your mind would feel no fear
Is the bullet i seed in ur head
"Peace of mind" comes with blood shed

i'm beginning
to memorize the soft meat
of your palms
and the gentle curve
to your knuckles

It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break