Her eyes droop so low, so low to the ground
When the accordion plays

All her dreams are left untouched, but not defined
When the accordion plays

She clings to the ground, holding on tight
When the accordion plays

Nothing disturbs the accordance of the scene
The girl is untouched, but not defined

Her mouth painfully sighs, so loud, yet so soft
When the accordion plays

All her past lives, come back to life
When the accordion plays

She turns on her back, lifeless
When the accordion plays

Nothing disturbs the accordance of the scene-
Except for the girl’s past lives coming back to life

An essence shows it is strong
even when it is wrong
but we just follow along
and pretend we know that it's alright

An essence shows it is alluring
even when it is boring
but we just follow along
and pretend we know best

Beware the truth that lies
Even beneath the deepest of eyes
Because there always rests an essence
One that you may not be able to hide

The doors creak to remind me you’re here

I can’t escape, I can only run to nowhere

If I try to hide, I’ll drive myself insane

If I show up for you, It won’t be the same



The doors creak to remind me you’re here

The air is different, filled with smoke

I can hardly see, hardly breathe

This is truly a nightmare I feel

The storm so quickly came and went
But it left me with some thoughts
Some feelings
Sprouting alive so that I too
Can enjoy the world
Even tomorrow,
A Sunday morning...

Splendor upon nothing
Keeps me running
Searching endlessly for more
Just around the corner

the insensitivity of the keys glide through my soul and into my desires

what I cannot say, will not aspire

will it hide me from my freedom?

or set me beyond the blaze far away in an unknown place?

I hear the banshees cry
They bring in such a state of mind
In the middle of the night
Belonging to blissful release
Not so much sorrow

I hear the banshee's cry
It is a surprise
But one I will accept
Screeching alongside
My past

Only in a state in between my dreams and consciousness
Do you cross my mind
Yet in those moments
My heart craves what has passed the most

The state where the soul is exposed
Grasping onto the mirage
Moments before the dreams unravel
And a new world begin
Is when I think of you.

What if she used Him
So she could feel something
But the violent end
Came far too soon than
Anticipated
And He was the last one
Who would hear from Her
On a sentimental, seemingly
Manner

I remember you
I wonder if you too
Can remember me
And the things that symbolized
What we danced through
Before times would fall upon us
To cause mass destruction

You can hide in the dark,
but I withhold night vision.

You can say words that make no sense,
but I can translate it all.

I see you, but seeing you is not enough
to live our such a glorious dream.

They can say it all but what do they really mean?

It can all be understood,
but somehow it's not.

Today the cool breeze
Turns into rapid wind
Blowing air over the world
To ease the pain from yesterday

Sharp pain dulls the heart
And fire burns away hope
Helplessness and fear
Consume the souls of many
As dread drags on

But today the cool breeze
Turns into a rapid wind
To put to sleep
The agonizing sorrow

La lune est merveilleuse
Mais, c’est bleu.
La lune est super.
C’est une lune de sang.
Une belle catastrophe.


The moon is marvelous.
But, it is blue.
The moon is super.
It is a blood moon.
A beautiful catastrophe.

written 30 January 2018
By The Lenora
All rights reserved.

When I open my eyes wide
I’ll reach out down there
And as I flash you a gleam
I want you to sing
That sweet, sweet melody

I dance all alone,
In my castle on my own
While I lose myself in
That sweet, sweet rhythm

When arises the lune
I look down to you
And fall in love yet again
With that sweet, sweet tune

Comfortable with fright
I depend on your song
To bring me back to life
My dearest, Children of the Night

Why did she choose me?

Why did she choose me
Her piercing screams
Grow too intense
For the fragility of my ears

Her soft look deceives
What is really up her sleeves
All she wants is
Destruction
And I am in her path

She chose me

The church bells awaken your deepest doubt

They sing to you with torment

They taunt you - there's no way out

They've found you asleep in your chamber

Your doubts are not so unconscious now

The church bells are here
There is no escape

The screams she cries are rhythms creating a sinfully bliss tune

The tears she cries are fountains of wishful needs emerging from her soul

The pain in her eyes is relevant, yet dismissed by those who'd sacrifice her

Names will be said,
words exchanged, and laughs protected
But eyes will stay locked in the mind
and remain over-protected.

Ever so wishes to get across,
would be mildly hard to even start.

Oh, the frustration and sighing grief-
Oh how uncanny the feelings run deep.

What would it take to live forever-
with nothing but bliss?

Dream after dream, this desire will dismiss.

Drusilla drains my heart of blood at night


I see it drip the words I wish I would have spoken

Can you hear me?

I'm screaming, I'm falling upon a calling.

Can you hear me?

I'm yelping, I'm grasping upon a trap.

Can you hear me?

Please, please don't let go,
of my darling echo.

I look around to see but all I see is what I want

And what I want is not enough
It won't carry me to where I desire to go

What I would like to face,
is what I could encounter

Yet nothing is in everything and as the end draws near,
all I can see is what I want

Smokey whispers awaken my spirit
In the middle of the night

A somber hope arises in the atmosphere
In the middle of unconsciousness

Dainty aspirations reach out
As I pull them in

The fear is obsolete
Despair is no longer mine

I give in sans contemplation
And I fly high
Into darkness

It occurs at midnight
When the world is dark
And quiet
All you can hear is your own
Sincere weep for escape

But the truth is
That once you have been
Held ahold by the night
There is no way back
When the alluring effect
Consumes your mind

Can anyone really win?
Does anyone actually try?

As they dance on the garden of life
They realize they dance on fallen leaves
Death that had come and gone
But the death that will return

She drags her feet effortlessly up the
shining steps

Lifting her higher
and closer to regret

How does such an entity within have so much
grace,
yet seem so corrupt with power?

If there is something deeper,
deep within then perhaps the gates
should open
letting the river flow in

Or perhaps she shall retrace her steps
and fall back on what she knew
and relearn
how to live it

Slipped away
Fallen to the ground

There goes the castle of dreams
Fallen to defeat
Of hate

The november leaves fall down
right next to the hope that reminds me
of who I used to be
and who I will never become
again.

Falling

Because you pushed me

I am fallen

Because you pushed me

Don't be afraid

Just accept

What will happen now

stand there holding the flowers
looking out into the sunset to the side
while the camera points to you
standing there holding the flowers

so oblivious
so under control
taking wanderlust and passion
into your own hands

The moon is out and it's shining through all of us
Revealing all we have yet to keep in secret

This fine Friday night will exploit all that we wish to
conceal

The dusty mist
Clogs my mind
With broken promises
Yet beautiful sights

These dreams
Keep failing to show
Exactly what I must know

They are all upon us lying deep underground
However their ears remain open above

Their eyes watch as we make our way through the green garden
The garden is fresh with blooming plants and flowers

It symbolizes all that they can't have
They've wasted it away to death

Our realities of dreams are agonizing reminders
For what they can't have

Bring me a dream
Of lavender and cream
As I fade away in
The childhood screams

I’ll take thee away
Where I too love to stay
Yet I chase my pleasure
To the end of my way

Follow me to a new world
Of tragic spells of magic
We haven’t any want
Rather a suspicious bond
Of hateful love for youth

Thank you

For leading me
From darkness
From hopelessness
And into
A lit-up room
With beauty
And splendor

For so long
Yet too little
I've been saved
Each day
Of each year
And I am grateful
Not only today
But tomorrow as well
For being there
And giving me
All the things
To be grateful
And hopeful of

The dampness of the mist
Could have healed me

The coldness of the stream
Could have lifted me

Though my own guilt
Has made me float
Beyond the clouds

We are vastly curious
When it comes to something
We cannot produce
And what we cannot produce
Is a happy ending

Could he love?
Oh, could this disfigured
creature love?

Will he soar beyond the
unlimited factor of love?
Will he accept himself the way
the village could never imagine?

Will he open his mind and heart
to
To

Oh, how could this creature love
when all he wanted
Was what he couldn't get?

Could he love?
'Tis far more possible for the
creature
To hate

Dreaming of home in such basic terms is not enough to feed my hungry soul.

It's just a dream that's too far away to even count as a feeling that I lust for.

Human love is the only love
I seek to understand
The only love
I wish to feel
Pulsing through my veins

She wears white, I wear red
She's now wed while I'm in bed

She sings a song
I scream in pain

Wouldn't it be great
If we lived the same

The thrill of the windy air
Runs through my veins
As my excitement
Drips from a dark and gloomy
Room
Filled with wonder of the past
And future,
All the horrors combined
So that happiness
Is an illusion
That dominates my will

In another life
I am free
I have no temptation
Into the otherworld
Where the darkness is
Alluring

In another life
I am free
Sadness cannot reach me
And failure is never on my mind
Where darkness
Simple does not
Exist

Taking a breath of air
Only to choke on my own despair
I'd like to get away
For just a moment

To spread my wings
Delicately and softly
Wiping my tears away
And begin to fly
Fly, fly away

I wish she could breathe

I wish she could sail beyond every ocean ever imagined

I wish she could life through the flowers and freely seize every feeling and every thought ever imagined

I wish she could breathe

I wish she could breathe

laughter in a field of obliterate roses
waiting for the moon to shine down on me

my lost hopes sing in the misty cold
where have you been,
where would you be?

today
the sky is as clear as a glass window
with animated fluffy clouds
parting way for the sun to come through
and shine light on a new day
filled with cleansing for the ignorant

but here I lie
unable to move
due to my sorrow
but I too
can still look out
and enjoy the sky
even if my own ignorant soul
has yet to be cleansed

Losing grip of my own hand
As the long road pops up ahead
The sky is misty
The wind is windy
I can barely use sense
When it comes to something this intense

The fact of my own disappearance
From myself
Makes it incredibly easy
For those rather ******
To use me

Losing grip of my own sanity
I own my own vulnerability
And I must say
I am very vulnerable

When melancholy erupts in my soul
The moon is all I can write about
It’s shining light
Gives me hope
Of a better life

Why is the mirror so far away?
Have I pushed it so far
That I cannot grasp ahold of it?

The unknown wraps around me
Like a fading mist
It brings me to the truths
That remain hidden

I can see so clearly
Yet see none other
Than the fading world
Unraveling its deepest secrets