Wearing her whitest wool
And a golden pin, pushed and pulled
Across her best blue coat
Until his darkness pulls it tight around Lucy's throat

Wearing his black mask
Rubbing the pearl between his grey claws
He held the corpse but still no one dared to ask
Just sent him on his way to bear an eternal flaw

They met in the center of their war
Dropping tears in their wake
And again held up the even score
Dissatisfied with the thirst eternity could not slake

Dark, damp with tears
Shivering, shaking with hunger

Alive, alone with the rest of the sky

His whispers are the moon
Soft
Illuminating

"Don't let them see you down,
Don't let Hope die
Before you draw your last breath."

I don't know if anyone does (or wants) collaborations, but I would really enjoy writing a poem with someone! Just message me or leave a comment, and I'd be happy to start. :D
Thanks people!

There's a key
I have to- I need to find
There's a bird on a tree
That's feeling confined

A song
Racing around my head
A wrong
Left all the Right's dead

Maybe it's a curse
That I always find what's worse
Maybe it's a taunt
Because it's exactly what I want

I could be broken,
Beaten,
Burned....
But. I'm Not.

The mist could catch
The corners of my dress
You could see the sleeping beauty
But. You. Don't.

I could live lies,
Hiding,
Horrified....
But. I. Don't.

We could die,
Fading into nothing.
We could walk
On golden roads...
But we don't.

If he smiled just like you
If he only had a clue
Maybe I could love him too

Haven't said a word
But I've listened to it all
You were the only one I heard

If I'd said something not smothered in a code
If my eyes didn't drown themselves in you
My insides might explode

I can only hope that
Maybe if you knew
You could love me too

Pale hospital stench
Crowded on a bench
Waiting for the afterlife
Lines beyond sight, waiting, waiting....
Pale hospital. Stress and strife

Cleansed white tile
An endless isle
Anticipating the judgement, the trial
What have you done, what makes you worthwhile?

Pale hospital stench
Thrown down in the trench
Standing still in a war
Hoping that there'll be something more
Than holding your hand
While the machine goes, "beep, beep, beep!"