What changed from back then?
Was it the way we think?
The way we act?
Or the way we perceive reality?

A time forgotten; a life lost
where the happiness had blown away
into the dusky morning sky,
where beautiful silence lays.

What is different now?
Is it the way I can't seem
to find happiness in anything
but the comfort of the suffocating silence?

Or is it the way that despite my fears
I want to be with the people,
the things that cause my mind
to shatter and scatter the earth like a warm breeze

A time forgotten; a life lost
where my thoughts bury deep
into the controversy of life
and the meaning of all things

What is the same?
The way my eyes light up in the face of a page
the way my life revolves around my own selfishness
around my own constant need for change

Where the world lost its meaning
is where you'll find the love I lost
when I gave it away and got none in return
where the sky lays broken on a pile of ash

A time forgotten; a life lost
where the sun lays on the other side
with a dusky morning sky rising over
a broken girl's dream of a life not marred by sadness

not stolen by the cruelty of the world
A time where innocence still ruled over her mind
Before that time was forgotten, and her life she lost
to the darkness of the drained hope within us all

Words stinging
like a thousand bites
like a spider crawling unnoticed

Words burning
like a lick of flames
in the blazing heat of summer

Words digging
into the flesh and blood
of your skin and bones like a knife

Words gripping
like a persistent dripping
of an icy cold melted gaze

Words turning
in your mind, learning
of the darkness the world has shown you

Take the Pain
Take the Fear
I don't want them
to be left here

alone with me
because they
will break me
I fear

So angels send me
to a place where I can stay
away from the demons
that chase me in my mind

They fight and they kick
they never go away
so please help
and save me

From the demons
in my head
and let me sing
with you again

My heart is like a snow laden car
Freezing in the bitter cold

Left to stand in a parking lot semi-alone

Clearing my windows I depart
Most anxiously to feel the need

And yet as in each morning, each winter
When the days are dreary and quick to dark

There is a frost to be found all around

And so my hesitant in heart
Is to turn over and start

Warming only by this, the end of this drive

For my heart is like a snow laden car
Covered and only to be seen in part

When cleared away the beating heart
Is too warm too late and frozen still