Once a monster was set upon the world
Immediately he died, traumatized
Yet his neck wouldn't stop
From twisting to look back
At that awful world
Where he's not the only
Sheep that is black.

we weren't star crossed and
certainly not just unlucky, no
your choices are your own
sins on your back yours to shake
I can't save a drowned corpse,
but you'll always stay a photograph
untouched in my mind, but tragedy;
you will never see how the story ends.

can't stop moving forward
a shark in the water, blood
pumping. How can you say
the fight is over while the
wound still bleeds?

when you fall head over
heels, how does it go?
are we honest, or two
masks just pretending?
craving words like hot
air in my lungs, I would
scream and cry if only
it'd mean anything at all.

demanding with your eyes
out for blood, violent red
but I know, deep down?
all you want is someone
to meet your gaze, and keep it.

overflowing with emotion;
every gaze, when our eyes
meet. I can make all the
promises like white lilies
on the shore, but you make
your way through the static
and always see me, only me,
a flawed girl made of ink.
If I promise to raise my sword
to your demons, could you
love mine?