I was dreaming
The thought was just in my head
my body will never be able to move ahead
The thought was provoking
The tricycle driver was asking
If he should turn or move ahead
As my brain thought of paper stars pouring
A letter to accompany the undying

She is a haunted creature,
with stained fingers
and coal eyes
Skin wrapped around bones
and chilly veins.

"Black Crow"
her ghost taunts her,
his lips stained pomegranate,
teeth glittering
and mind spiraling

He watches her waltz
With half starved eyes
*[My Dear, do you hear my heart echo as it screams?]

She was a mad, mad girl
*[Bella, Bella, won't you come to p l a y?]

My strange lover came to me last night
Late December murmurings,
Bruised lips
                      and Hooded Eyes
*[And in the morning when he is gone,
She finds ink scrawlings staining her sheets]

These demons have outstayed their welcome
They have made residence in my atoms
I feel them dance among my molecules
And sleep in my cells
They move around my tissues
And are anchored steadfastly to my organs
A corrupt system have they formed

And I assisted them at every turn
Protected them, hid them, and fed them.

And now, after they have learned my secret places
And know me from the inside out
Their claws are in deep
And they will never leave

But that is fine by me,
Without them,
What would I be composed of?