I wish it was just a story.
I wish she didn't think it was.
And I wish that she'd understand that not all stories ,make believe or not, don't always have a happy ending.
I wish she'd tell me I'd be alright.
I wish she'd help me.
I wish she'd believe me.
I wish this was a story.
But it's not.
And I wish that it never happened.
But she doesn't believe that.
She never would.
Because it's all just a story.
Just a story

Your ghostly presence dwells in every corner
Of this house
Sauntering pass
Screeching my name
As pearl like eyes stare through me
Whispering eerie confessions
From starved lips
Claiming, I, am yours
Yet your hollow words wither and fall
Scattered amongst the ashes
Of all we used to be.

we wait in apprehension
victims consternation
of a futuristic image
where love is lost
in the darkness
because the sun no longer shines
down upon the sinners
who fail to shoot the moon
and so we shoot our brothers
without consideration
a evil sense of admiration
we fall
into a world
a beautiful disease
where peace is the cure
that truly can not be found