Scribbled words written on notes
A red ribbon with a lock of hair dangling
Photos of familiar faces with worn edges
A piece of fabric that was torn from the wearer of the cloth
A golden brush with strands of hair left from the owner
This old shoe box carries fond memories
Each item has a story

Has a red rose tucked in her hair, just above her ear
Lips stained the color of wine
Gold hoops dangling from her ears
A black blouse falling off her shoulders
A red skirt encasing her valuable assets
Pumps on her feet
Her name caresses the lips of every man
And they can't help but stare as she walks by
A smile graces her face, for she knows the effect she has
She is Carmen after all

We're all mirrors in our fragile states
Enough pressure against us, our surfaces
Cause cracks across our faces
Some have shattered beneath
Shards of us fall to the ground
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the most broken among us all?

Have you ever wondered about your own mortality? What is ahead of you in the depths of Limbo while you continue to wait for a 'judgement day'?

Humans are vulnerable to such thoughts obstructing their minds. Everything becomes clouded before it turns into a blur. Then you are no longer.

Mortals spend their time going through a routine while we cast down to watch, much to our dismay.

You never know what fate has in store for you, so don't complain. Do not fret nor worry. Time is all that matters. The twisted hands of two for to forever interlock in the dance of Death and Life. Never shall such beings intervene.

Raven eyes set bright and clear as snow on nights of ice and dew.

Ebony feathers drop with a platinum glow amongst their linings against the lighting of the moon.

A ****** crystal and cerulean gem that shine so bright together even if it isn't natural for such shades.

Balanced, are the world of the living and the world of spirits. Pureness and corruption are never to overcome one another. Balance is key and the key is a truth you still have yet to find.

Your feet crossed the threshold
And you muttered a quick goodbye
After I told you all my secrets
Bared my soul
Revealed my flaws
Removed the makeup that covered my scars
I guess there was something there you didn't like
So you decided to leave once you knew the real me, my true self
And I peeled the door open, my hand on the ****
Showing you the way out
Why would I need you here if you didn't plan on staying?

It may be damaged beyond repair
And have scars that were left by those who were thought to nurture it
It has its cracks and dents
But it's still there
Came close to shattering a few times
Went numb
Almost became nonexistent
But it's still there
I nurture it
I give it medicine, though it may not be effective
I take care of it
As long as it still beats, I'll be fine

Even a man who is the devil while awake, can seem an angel as he sleeps