The fire burns, lost it's toll.
This slow, living flame licks my heart.
Why do I feel nothing but cold?
Why can't I tell this apart?

Secrets have been passed,
The deeds have been done.
Yet this fire still burns...
Burns.
Turning to ash the familiar.

Shouldn't this heart start to blacken?
Shouldn't it hurt?
These questions float among the flames,
Crumbling to dust before they find an answer.

Answers known before the pit.
I knew.
Heart remains untouched,
Soul unscathed.
Remaining in this fire,
Until the dying day.

The fires of hurt,
The lost,
The pain.
The angel protects,
And lost is my name.

The mask is dust,
That soul forgotten.
The darkness now surrenders.
Still I go on
With this heart with no scars.

No scars...

Still I go on
With this heart with no scars,
And still feel
Nothing.

And becomes fire's end
The dust of bones...

Still I go on.
Heart untouched.
Soul unscathed.
Mask is dust?

Still I go on -

Fire's end.

A traveler new in town,
Was walking down the street.
His eyes fell on a girl that passed;
One that he felt eyes should never meet.

He stopped and stared after her.
Odd he thought this young.
A man that sold flowers on the street
Noticed the traveler holding his tongue.

He nudged the man gently,
His voice low, he said,
“Traveler, I would not follow.
You would be better off dead.”

The traveler asked,
“Who is this soul
That walks gracefully there?
For I would like to know.”

The merchant stared at the man
With half a mind to walk away.
But then he thought,
Why not? For it's been a dreary day.

“First, do not be fooled by her image.
Her name is Lady M.
It is said those who seek after her
Are never seen again.

“They say she has no soul.
They say she’s long been dead.
Those of us who know her at all
Dare not walk where she’s led.

“Her eyes are black and empty,
But stare into your being.
She takes your worst and horrible fears
And turns them into everything you’re seeing.

“She has no family to be found
She belongs to no one at all.
No one would dare touch her.
No one would catch her if she were to fall.”

The man looked at the merchant
In unbelief and surprise.
And said, “My dear man,
What you say must all be lies!

“How can you expect to know her
If you talk about her in such a way?
Here, I will prove you wrong.
With her I will spend the day.”

The merchant pitied the spell-bound man,
Gave him a lily and said,
“Then go now with this flower
That I sell for the dead.”

The man, not noticing
The merchant's warning words,
Took the flower in his hand
And turned to follow her...
                                                ...
      ­                                              ...
               ­                   He followed that girl into the woods,
                                           The one they call Lady M.
                                    He followed her to know the truth,
                                          And was never seen again.

My life stays the same.
A walk down the wall,
Go back up,
Then we all fall.

I forget what I’m here for.
Who I am inside.
People name, and I accept.
It’s no surprise I lied.

Don’t tell me I am this.
You don’t know who I am.
Don’t tell me I am that,
Something of a sweet innocent lamb.

I know who I am.
I know who I’ll be.
Just shut up and listen,
Then maybe you’ll see.

In those strawberry fields, it seemed
They all marched too alive and real.
The unknowing, maybe sensing, screamed
“There’s no Jericho here to heal!”

In no small way, I understood,
The child watching that television,
There was more evil to match good,
When a plane made its second collision.

That’s when we realized the hardness of tomorrow
Mistakenly seen enough to tell
This was an attack our hearts had to sorrow
This, we knew, when the towers fell.

Still, we remember those things we felt
And try our best to seize the day
We remember when those watching knelt
Heart broken or fighting? Too close to say.


Beneath the rubble of the truth -
Heroes, lovers, sinners, thieves -
Beneath the terror of our youth -
We are all these things beneath.

That does not mean we are all to blame
Though, every one of us is lost
It doesn’t mean our mistakes got a name
Even still, we must pay our cost.

In our busy lives and concerning fates
There is a truth we must admit
As the prices rise and the moment rates
We must be reminded not to forget

There is a time to step back and see
At the demanding cry to all be free
That all that is asked, is a prayer to be
To Him, as He sorrows - cries…

Remember me.

This is something
She cannot hide.

Love lost.
Time spent.
The rhymes of the heart spoken.

Two souls fought
To save themselves.
But were they lost
Along the way?

Scars seem healed.
Nothing but paint to cover.
Promises broken.
Trust shattered.
Left to bleed.

A tangle of fear,
Of muffled calls
And dying hope.

She couldn't sink far enough
Into the ground.

Crack
Crack
Goes the heart.

It's all he can hear.
Resented is the reaction.
He coats it
With lies.

He can hear nothing.
Nothing at all.

She's forced to sleep
With screams and cries,
For this is something
She cannot hide...

She believed.
He lied.

I’m sick of being told what to do.
I’m sick of these nightmares that remind me of you.

I hate the way you look at me when you’re around.
I hate it when you slip your arm around my neck without a sound.

I want to tell you to go away.
I want to tell you what I’ve wanted to say.

You had to force me in a corner and trap me there.
You had to make me kiss you and you thought it fair.

When I backed away you pulled me in.
When I was scared of you I let you win.

It was you who asked me what happens when love forsakes.
It was you who asked me how it felt when my heart breaks.

In my dreams you’ve killed me with poison and knives.
In my dreams you don’t care how slowly you take my lives.

You can not come to me and say you miss me.
You can not tell me that without me you can’t be free.


I won’t let you destroy my life again.

...I won’t tell you any of this because I can’t let you in.

I don’t belong to anyone.
I’m not something to keep.
I’m not something to throw away.
I’m not anyone to seek.

I’m tired of my heart
Left in shattered remains on the floor,
So I’m here to tell you all
That I’m not going to do it anymore.

I don’t want every song I listen to
To be a painful memory in my heart.
I know what I want to do now,
But doing it will be the hard part.

I won’t let anyone in.
I’ll lock myself with a key.
I put the **** switch on my heart.
This is a promise everyone will see.


I’ve loved three people in my life.
That’s not really a lot.
But my best friend said
They were all just things I sought.

That hurt more than anything.
To me it wasn’t that way.
That stunned me when I heard it from her,
I didn’t know what to say.

I will speak the truth now.
It’s something that I’ve recently learned.
I’ll say it because, if you are reading this,
It is something of your concern.


The one that I loved first
I still love to this day.
I hope that he’ll be with me once again,
And “I Love You” is something he will say.

Though I am worried that I messed it up
And the chance is forever gone.
He hates me because I hate him
For something we both did wrong.

I could never hate who he is,
Just the things we did.
We kept on pushing to the point
Where it was him I hoped to rid.

If only he had stayed the same
As the man that I once knew,
Maybe we wouldn’t be where we are today.
Maybe “us” wouldn’t be something I rue.

The second one that I loved
Was more confusing to me.
My heart was unsure of itself.
I was unsure of who to be.

When the first was a prison cell
We shared love for one another.
We were each others' escape.
Now I love him as my brother

Because fate had plans for us.
It has plans to this day.
So, my first grew jealous
And took my second love away.

I was angry and buried in the ground.
I didn’t know what to do.
My thief was my world at that time.
He was the only one I knew.

Time went on and I grew up,
I laugh, or so I thought.
I told myself I wouldn’t love again,
I’d leave my heart to rot.

But when it comes to my heart,
It is carefree and foolish,
And when a third person entered my life
I was off again before I even knew it.

He was different from the rest.
There was something in his eyes.
One thing that caught my attention
Was that he wasn’t filled with lies.

Time pushed forward
And he became a friend,
He became someone, I thought,
I would know to the very end.

He grew closer to me
And found for him it was more.
When he told me he cared for me
I found myself on the floor.

I told him I cared for him,
Which I did, but not the same.
I ended up digging in the ground-
Digging for my old name.

As we were together
I found my love actually grew.
In the end I fell for him.
In the end I fell hard and true.

Though I was still in a game.
How could I be so naïve?
Everything changed when I found
It was time for him to leave.

I smiled and said goodbye,
Waiting it all through.
I guess this was just a test
To see if any of it was true.

I guess the test won
And at one point we both lied,
But when he told me it was done
I was the one who cried.


Now I am writing this
Telling this to you:
Every little thing can change
From everything you knew.

I am left with my second,
The one who was always there,
Even when he was gone.
Even when our feelings didn’t share.

I don’t love him like he does me.
Right now I don’t need to.
I don’t want my life with him,
Like the first, to be something that I rue.

Maybe when we’re older
Only if it’s true, he’ll be my only one.
But right now all I can say
Is with love, I’m completely done.

I don’t need someone to love.
I’m stronger now than ever.
I have truly grown up this time,
Something I thought I would do never.

I don’t know what will happen with my first,
Something we’ll just have to wait and see.
He just has to come up and say
That we were meant to be.

Then, I’ll smile and say, “Okay.
But my heart doesn’t have a beat.
If you really mean all of this
Then you’ll have to wait for me.”

Then we’ll see if he meant it or not,
If we can survive each other through the years,
But let me be the first to say
That I’m done with shedding tears.

I don't know who I am or why I'm here.
I don't know why people I love never stay near,
But I guess I'm just me;
Forced to be someone I don't wanna be.
I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I scream,
Or why I provoke and say what I don't mean.

I don't know why I'm this way.
Is it right?
Can I change who I am?
Is it worth the fight?
I guess I'm stuck as I am.
If I don't accept me then who can?

I can,
And I could.
It's okay,
Most of us are misunderstood.
That's who you are and that's who you'll be.
Someone worth fighting for.
Someone like me.