Darkness is my muse...
The nothing has a nice taste...
It stares coldly at something...
I can picture everything in its shadowed frame.

I fell into it...
That blank face...
You are my oblivion...
I love the ring to that name!

Sorrow seeps from thine eyes
Like love weeps from my heart.
My love is an arch-villain.
You should put a caution on my brain.
Once you lust me
You will never love again.

Oh Queen of the Night
Why must you wither before the morning light?
The gypsy among the burning sand.
The sun with its burning wasteland
Pales in your brooding sight.

Live just one more day
Because the sun hates what it can not touch.
Oh, what a tragic love!

I would smell your intoxicating aroma .
I could taste your venom poison my soul.
I used to love your devilish grin
And your stone cold eyes.
But your love is radioactive.

We were nuclear.
We were going to go off any day.
The question was when and how?
Our chemical reaction was doomed from the start
But your rancor stained my heart.

Warmth and Isolation.
The main drive in Human Nature.
As I sit in my version of Isolation
I feel the heat roll off my skin.
As I sit there I see the curtain moving.
I dare not open it.

Cold and Loneliness.
Nobody really wants to talk about it.
When people feel it that's when they shut up.
I know it’s out there, it always is.
It never goes away.
It is just something that we have to deal with.

If I open the curtain
My enchanted facade will fall apart.
But indelible the Warmth will run Cold
I will have to leave the Warmth and face the inevitable.
But that is okay.
The Warmth runs out anyway.

I can feel it.
The Warmth is going away.
Where has it gone?
Why can it not stay?
Why does it leave me when I need it the most?
But I will survive somehow.

Once I turn the Warmth off
I feel it leave my skin.
The curtain waves at me.
Beckoning for me to open.
I stand up
Forced to leave my warm Isolation.

I stand with the Cold on my skin
And I became aware of something that was not there before.

I don’t like to put on the mask
It hides who I truly am
It hides my wounds
It hides my scars
Or at least that's what I thought.

Without it they snicker
They jeer
They laugh
They sneer
They think their actions are invisible.

With it on they whisper
Fake compliments
Fake love
Fake people
They all learned to hide and observe.

I guess with the mask on or off
They are all the same.
So why do I always hear the whispers?
And why do I care?
They are all the same.

I guess it is best to live with the mask on
Then they are oblivious to my pain.

“Why am I in pain?
Why does my heartache?
Why are my feelings buried so deep?
Who put them there?
Why can I not open the chest to my love?

Why can I not feel love anymore?
Why does everyone hurt me?
Why will they not let me in their mind?
Who are my true friends?
Why does their ignorance swell in my eyes?

Why am I not loved?
Why am I not cared for?
Why do I care about what they say?
Who began this masquerade?
Why am I still playing it?”

“Why am I so alone?”

“ Because you are not like us.”

To whom it may concern,
You do not know me and I don’t know you.
You will probably have no effect on my life.
We will never meet by chance
Or fate.
That stuff is just pure imagination.

To whom it may concern,
I will never experience love at first sight.
I will never be saved from the tower.
No prince will sweep me off my feet and carry me away
To a castle and make me queen.
That stuff is just pure fairy tales.

To whom it may concern.
I will never look deep into your eyes and see a future.
I will never be dazzled by your smile and your laughter.
I will never be charmed by your good looks.
I will never be held in your warm embrace.
That stuff is just pure hopes.

To whom it may concern,
No one will be mine
And I will never be someones.
So let's just go our separate paths
And never think of each other again.
That stuff is just pure reality.