There is no contentment in my life, save only those small fires that burn fantasies into my sleep. When I lay down immediate into my troubled rest or a nest of night-heartbeats, life fades away from the palace of my imaginings in life. There are worlds so obviously preferred here.

If so, then dream away dear mystic and feast on your sleep!

Lovely escape back into the silver satin folds of nocturnal slumber. My dazzling light-blue ocean rolls memories off the crest of sharp waves.

Looked out the window
Thought of her and imagined
Life their private dance

There's this really great girl
But for all I know,
She is gone long past the time
That the clock reads

Deep into the alley way
I say, she's got quite a smile
But you know when you don't that you can't stop moving
Because to her, Miserable is more like it

If she wanted to,
She'd be the heir to the throne
If I knew she could,
She'd walk this world on her own
But you know when you don't that you can't stop moving
Because to her, Miserable is more like it

Miserable is more like it, for her

...

Cracked window ladies
With torn dresses on purpose
A pretty yet strange tribe

The knights of old around the table sat
One got fat
One got high
And the other had only one eye

They went to rescue the fair maiden
They thought she needed save'n
But when they got there
They were unaware
She'd married that **** dragon
It was something hard for them to fathom

The fat one right down he sat
Not looking, and in dragon **** went splat
The high one pulled out his pipe
He didn't see why all the hype
The one with one eye started to cry
He was such a sensitive guy

The maiden ask why all the fuss
But they looked at her in disgust
Then in unison they shouted out from their armor of rust

We weren't invited to the wedding!!!!

The tranquil light
In the quiet night
Allows me to escape
To take a break
The silhouette of the waning moon
Bring a sense of peace
To this wacked out world
Through the eyes
of a child to old for her age
A broken girl
Who stays unspoken
The silent girl
She has her dreams
She looks guidance
Her world is timeless
The night whispers to her
The illusion of dealing
with all her emotions
Leads to commotion
Her desperate devotion
To a night who never loved her back.