You might feel immortal,
Like you're on top of the world.
No one can touch you, right?
You're special,
You have everything.
Everyone wants you,
And you want for nothing.
Well, I'll tell you a secret;
Everyone dies.

I hated going to piano lessons
at first
Because my hands are ugly and scarred.
But the teacher,
Her hands were gnarled with age
And she still played the most beautiful music.

When I dream of the future,
I only ever see myself alone.

Aren't I supposed to dream
of tolling wedding bells
and laughing friends
and children, wrapped in my arms?

But I only see myself alone.
I cannot fathom myself
as a wife, a mother,
an adult.

I can dream so much,
And yet I still dream of myself alone.

Set me on fire already.
I've been waiting a long time.
Go ahead, just do it.
I won't scream anymore.

You're a monster.*
He looked at me for a moment
and muttered,
I know.
Without a thought,
He went back to his beastly ways.

Do you think that
Adam and Eve's
betrayal made god
sorry he created them?

When you see a plane,
What do you think?
Do you wonder where
it is returning from?

Does the rain remind you
of the other nights it rained?

What does it mean to love?
What does it mean to live?

*Just who are you?

Will you put lilacs on my grave?

                                 *I've always loved them so.

Please
Make me feel like
I'm worth something,
Anything at all.
Don't just walk away,
Don't just ignore me.
Don't leave me all alone,
to be nothing in this nothing world.

You can't breathe.
Gasping for air.
The panic as your lungs  fill with water.
You'd never think  water could burn so much.
The cacophony of your mind, screaming at you.
The disbelief that you are drowning.
The mind and body do not know how to die gracefully
The very process of drowning makes it harder and harder
Not to drown.

He smirked at me, surprised by my sass, even in death.
Death wore a suit, looking every bit the striking businessman.
He held a heavy tome as he read my name, telling me it was not my time.
Leaning in the crook of his arm was the sharp scythe, glimmering faintly.
Death touched my face with his cold hands, his fingers brushing across my delicate lips, and under my chin.
He made me look into his eyes and spoke gently,
"It is not your time. I will see you again, but today is not the day."
A tear ran down my cheek and his icy fingers wiped it away.
Death leaned forward, his presence bringing cold and dread.
With his frosty lips, he tenderly kissed my forehead.
He kissed down my face, leaving a chill with each touch.
Death's mouth met mine as he breathed life back into me.
Everything went dark, and I sat up with a start, alone in my cold bed.

The shadows of another world,
You've seen it in your nightmares.
Don't believe the mutterings of

It's just a dream.

Dreams are just a real as the waking world,
but so much more dangerous.
Those shadows,
With their glowing, sickly eyes,

They'll haunt you.