I spill out not only ink onto the paper...
but my soul,
my deepest fears,
a few hopes and dreams,
but also some lost things.

You hear scratching at the door,
open it to meet curiosity's eye.
Now you're not alone,
but you never really were.

I have a fear,
the fear of darkness.
But, i learned long ago;
when I was little.
How to drive the darkness away,
with nothing but a little light.

Did you say that you love me?
The things that I've been struggling for,
it's okay to just **** them all?
As the we, as the me that you hate,
is it okay to just love each other?
When I'm with someone else,
I feel nothing.
And this isn't what they call destiny,
but just a fading
                             fading
                                           love.

A dogs day is over due
the dogs day is not so true
running around, all so new
falling down, all to blue
searching in the calming breeze
terrified so horribly.

Born with a veil
but scared as hell
of what she
not only hears
but see's
no longer knowing
what it means.

Time is constant
time is rare
time is flowing
through the air
day by day
night by night
time is late
time is shy
now they turn
out the lights
to say good night
but our light is shy
so we'll be quiet
and that is fair
to the knight
and shining hare.