I love him so much
I wonder if he
Could ever love me as much as I love him
And when I say love I mean my whole body aches for him
I couldn't imagine another soul feeling like that towards me

Dreams cast shadows inside me
In the night the clockwork
fights against me

Again with this disaster

There is a magic in the wind
that carries me to you

Wisdom gained by the light of the moon
with a teardrop on the window

Out of the arcane
in a mist the of the day
brings a fury of angels
to unearth the dark.

As those without the sight to see
Sought might through vicious poetry
And thought through use of broken word
Their mouths might mew unlike the herd
So dark the tint of selfish dreams
So bright the lies, false passion gleams
But now they choke and fall from grace
Having never lit our smoky space.

every time I hear her name
I want to spit blood

and every time I see his face
I do

It's within the grown out roots
where the Garden Owl still hoots
Sings the melancholy song
Of how the blue eyed girl was wrong.

It's within the thatching of the dwelling
And a failed attempt at fortune telling.
Beyond the garden of the bugs
Beyond the magpies and the slugs

A moon was folded into quarters
Grind it with pestle and mortar
Strip it down to crater powder
Feel it till the song sounds louder

The Garden Owl sings his song
Of how the blue eyed girl was wrong
And under the brown thatched roof
The girl detests her blue eyed youth

Maybe I'm not meant for serious.
Maybe I'm just here for fun,
Being used while using,
People think I'm dumb.
Because I fall so easily and never get caught,
I give it up so easily because they want nothing more.
Maybe I'm not relationship material,
Maybe I'm just the milk without cereal.