Eyes searching for a home, it can call its own.

Bitten lips, and hopeless dreams.

The wind loves to call his name, reminding him each day is the same.

Broken skin, cries and wails.

A nearby tree house sways in the breeze.

Blood staining the walls.

Lonely ghost, lingering around a lonely lamppost.

The host with a crooked smile, stays for awhile.

Dragging you along on a leash.

You've never been strong, tape wrapped around your mouth.

A child who died too young.

With a slip of the tongue, you swung, the faces strung out in front.

Lights flash, that breath would be your last.

Now your lost, and you can't cross.

Lungs in your throat, you wrote your final note.

Lonely ghost, lingering around a lonely lamppost.

The host with a crooked smile, stays for awhile.

Dragging you along on a leash.

I'm sorry to say, but you'll never be at peace.

You're my responsibility, forever a piece of me.

I look at myself in the mirror
but,
all I see is you.

You, wouldn't believe me.
If, I told you so.

There's a figure outside.
And it won't leave me alone.

It cries for protection, just like my bones.

I've been trying to calm it done but nothings working.

I wish you were here to hold me close, my chest is hurting.

It won't stop pounding, moaning, and groaning.

My heart wants to help it, but I can't risk the chance.

It could **** and consume me, just like your love.

You, wouldn't believe me.
If, I told you so.

There's a figure outside.
And it won't leave me alone.

It cries for protection, just like my bones.

I've been trying to calm it down but nothings working.

I wish you were here to hold me close, my chest is burning.

I wish you'd come back home, the lover I thought I'd know.

This wasn't what I expected, a demon hidden under your clothes.

You, wouldn't believe me.
If, I told you so.

He's not, who he seems to be.

He is never alone.

You always leave, a sweet taste on my teeth.

Kissing under moon beams, touching until our hearts gleam.

Silhouettes hold each other, as I try to find you in the wave of people you wish you were.

Sweet thing don't cry, skin is soft like cotton candy.

I'll never leave your side, your pain is mine.

Give me your love tonight.

When you go, your wide eyes as big as the ocean floor.

Just know, your love sticks like caramel apples on my lips.

Your love is so addicting but, so much sugar can make my heartache.

Sweet thing don't cry, I'll wipe those pity tears off your pretty eyes.

I'll never leave your side, your pain is mine.

Give me your love tonight.

Don't think, don't blink.

Just live.

Let your scent control my body.

Interlace our fingers on a strawberry bedspread.

I'll do whatever you want, I can show you what to do.

Wrap our legs around one another, feel the heat take over.

If only your love was real, if only your touch was made for me.

No sweet thing, you don't belong to me.

Only in my dreams.

And I'll never get to taste your candy on my teeth.

You won't know, how I died.

Don't tell me, what you think.

Snow will fall, covering my skin.

Stars will start to sing, their lullaby.

Peace will be forgotten, fear will twist its neck.

Searching for my bones, left a horrible mess.

Darkness is all I see.

Demons staring at me.

Somebody hold me, and take the roses for my daughter.

Stars will start to sing, their lullaby.

As I try to say goodbye, but the blood is all I see.

Death taking over me.

I will not die, tonight.

The man who did this to me, will die with me.

Oh I can't, die.

I won't die.

Please forgive me my father, it wasn't who I am.

The drugs, the money, I did it all for my family.

I bite my teeth, lips turning bright red.

This pain that I feel, is well deserved.

On my grave, don't even put my name.

Or just forget my body, throw it into a fiery flame.

I deserve this.

Shaking hands with the devil, was a bad mistake.

You will never know.

How I died.

Because I won't.

Not Tonight.

Stars sang their lullaby, bringing me back to life.

My eyes shine, bursting out different colors of light.

I will never die, because simply.

I cannot.

Soft music plays from an old jukebox, it's dusted and worn.

Quiet chattering echoes around the dimly light room, my friends and I talk at the bar.

The candy parlor, a local store everyone is told to visit, though I'm not sure why.

Is it for the sweets? Or the handsome eye candy?

A boy smiles at me and hands me some taffy saying, "It's on the house young lady."

He winks and I blink, trying to conceal my blushing cheeks.

My girlfriends squeal in jealousy, that the cute parlor boy keeps looking at me.

I sip my drink, ignoring them as they all murmur and squeak.

Cars zoom past, all in a rush to get home.

I gaze out the window, watching the pink sky swirled with cherry and gold.

My seat creaks under my weight, as deep chuckling is heard from behind.

A tall dark mysterious man stares deeply at me, brandishing a root beer float confidently in his strong rough palm.

He's accompanied in a booth of equally disturbing men, I avert my eyes, not wanting to pry.

A few more sips and I'm at the bottom of my drink, the soda fizzles on my glazed lips.

"Care for a refill?" A loud voice booms next to my ear, I shutter.

All my girlfriends grow dead silent.

The parlor boy narrows his ocean blue eyes.

My voice shrinks into the back of my throat.

The man looks at the parlor boy, "One orange soda." He asks, smiling a sickening grin.

The jukebox was all I could hear, singing a sad tune.

Then, there's a loud roaring blare of an angry car engine, as the front door is kicked in.

Bystanders scream and duck, a group of bandits enter, the chime of the bell smacks into the wall crackling.

"There's that cheating *******." One of them slurs, gun shots ring like a horrible lullaby.

Each person falls like domino's, my girlfriends crying as bullets pierce their skin.

Blood splatters the baby blue walls, the parlor boy coughs, crimson red pouring from his pretty mouth.

The taste of iron burns on my tongue, soon it begins to be all I can feel.

I don't cry, I don't scream, or beg for mercy.

I fall, hard against the cold blood soaked tile floor.

The jukebox rhythm is drowned out, as my vision begins to blur.

Now people will visit, to feel the restless spirits that will linger here forever.

Blood in the parlor, can never be washed away, it stains the walls, never to be replaced.