The scenes are changing rapidly,
Cloaked under the madness,
I hear a little melody,
That feels me with sadness,
A blink, a scene,
A blink, a scene,
Too fast, Can't breathe,
What's happening,
Feels like an hourglass,
But yet, it feels rushed,
Maybe it's like a movie,
We're near the conclusion.

One more life left.
Then it'll be game over.
The clock will reset.
Here come the falling feathers.

Try Again?

Yes or No?

Choose the next path.
May it be for better...or worse.

Mirror, Mirror,
One so tall,
Why can't I rise, unless I fall?

Who will come to me when I call?
Will there be anyone who saw?

I don't want to be embarrassed.
From big to small I'll go and be.

Feeling as weak as a wee mouse,
But as small as a little flea.

Oh, Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Who will come to my aid at all?

Will I end up having to crawl?
All by myself, an empty doll.

Is it so sad that I'm afraid;
To be alone, ignored, they say?
I don't want to be lost at bay
When I fall from the sky, that day.

Parting your lips...
Is like touching a trigger.

Your words are your bullets,
Your body's the figure.

If aimed at correctly, you could win a dinner.
The better the aiming, your prizes get bigger.

An attractive body can make bullets potent.
You have the choice to make the day sweet or poignant.

I'd wonder how I got so high
Up in this glass sea of a sky
But I have you to teach me why
You woke my wings so I could fly
A Prince, you are, that's way too kind
You've seen my worth within your eyes
But I won't lie and say I mind
When all is taken, we're just guys

A battlefield you met me on
A place you had no place to be
I, a poor kid, my life was gone
But you of all were royalty
And sought me out risking your name
No one would have thought you were sane
Yet saving me, you did, with glee
For that, I am truly happy

Two kids of war
Now Groom and Groom
A tale of sorts
Should have some room
We've made it far
Just you and me
A lot was hard
Sometimes crazy
My ever after
And Forevermore
Thank you, my king
Whom I adore

The wind could push me away
The cold could freeze me today
My wings could be clipped off
And I would still be okay
I'm cursed to this fated path
A path vital to a complex world
Silenced to walk a rush of hurt
I knew the wish would never work
It's okay though
I'm okay...so

°
I
Bathe
In
Light
To
See
The
Obstacles
That
Will
Try
To
Thwart
Me


•
I'm
Covered
In
Darkness
To
Adjust
To
The
Mystery
T­hat
Is
Blinding.