I sang to the sad man
only to hear my own echo
Reflections pitched in a confused tone,
dancing with silent partners in an empty ballroom.

Circles of sound filled the chamberhall,
nothing heard but the feather that hit the floor
It was me, talking to myself, my whispers imbedded inside my empty head.

I heard the final pin drop.
A lost echo no more.

Walk on the tight rope of life and watch the world crumble below you

Ten seconds of hurtful words can do damage for a lifetime

Let me ask
Does the guilt crush you?
Until you can’t feel anymore
Does it **** you?
Until you are too numb to breathe
Does it leave you empty?
To where you chase pointless hope

Because YOUR lies crushed ME
Where I cannot feel
They killed me
Where I’m too numb to breathe
They’ve left me empty
Where I chase pointless hope
That one-day maybe, you’ll truly love me
You say you do
You’ve convinced yourself
But if you did
You wouldn’t look
Somewhere else

Im paralyzed with pain
A numbing sting
An empty stain
Every day
It becomes a part of me
In every way
Who I am
An empty shell
Feelings are dead
My mind can’t tell
It’s complete dread

I try to heal
To forgive
I try to trust
You once again
but in return
I have a guarded heart
With a dark soul, like fire it burns
Are we better apart?

You’ve tainted me
Every breath
You’ve killed my soul
I’m ready to greet death

But I tell my lungs
They can’t give out
I tell my heart
To love without doubt
I tell myself
we must work through
Keep going together
A couple of two
Nausea every time
You leave my sight
I lay awake every night

You are like ******
My one true addiction I have to fight
Every dose keeps me alive
But every time
Its kills me inside
So tell me
Does the guilt make you feel alive?
The adrenaline rush of a new girl
To **** inside
Another victim to get addicted
To your sweet demeanor outside
Tell me
Does the same thing
That keeps you alive
Also **** you deep inside?

Place where what you believe and what you do take separate roads
Atrophy of the mind... consuming confusion condemns
Ready to rear its ugly head
An anamoly by definition; it does not fit like
Darwinian Judeo-Christianic fanatacism, gay priests, holy ******
Only making sense in reality but never in theory
Xray her mind and you may find a holy ** hoping He'll heal her

Handmaiden knitting alone
in a cottage of regrets
spinning her final garment of pain
sized to fit only one

Its design is intricate
spanning years of broken promises
lies, deceit, jealousies
pattern... cyclic
the story of her life
a constant journey to places
she had already been

But she'll hem that garment today
she'll ***** herself and bleed
one last time
and as she bids fairwell
she does with no regrets
not bereft
but finally happy
relieved...

as decadent as it is sweet
he feeds her lies and she believes
she winks her eyes and he receives
fulfillment

she plays his game
ignore the tale of the ring
on his left hand


he thinks he's won
but a war has begun
at the place he once called home

now she feeds him lies
and as he winks his eyes
she pretends to blind

for now the tables turned
now his stomach churns
as his game now burns

when the candy once sweet
makes decadent his teeth
and leaves him
empty
____________

history...
herstory..
whose story?

they say we've come along way
from burden to freedom
from lesser to equal

but sad to say
in our struggle
we lost the beauty of woman

where are the ladies?

where are they who walk with pride
not because of the swing in their stride
but cuz of the power of their minds?

where are the ladies?

who refused to sell themselves short
for the vanity of flesh
and the lust of the eyes?

where are the ladies?

don't be confused
the beauty of a woman
was never found
in her *****
or her grooves

its the soul of a woman
fragile... strong...
soft... strong...
wise... strong...

oh how Eve groans
we've sold our birth right
in the name of ambition
sold our souls to break tradition...

where are the ladies?