I hope one day all of the darkness will fade
You’ll take off your mask in his masquerade
Flowers will bloom on the inside -
From your rib cage to the back of your spine
Your empty eyes pouring out pain
Will dance in the moonlight once again
Maybe tomorrow you’ll dust off your brain
Even in the depths in which you claim you’re insane

Your voice shakes, your knees knock
Like the chiming bells on a hickory clock
The nightmare you endure day by day;
A never-ending infection, a lagging plague
Phantoms cover you like your grandmother’s quilt
Tire you so all you can do is wilt
The paperchain dwindling by the windowsill
Is tattered, frail, and utterly shrill

I hope one day all this madness will stop
Until then all I can do is watch.

Is it such a shameless sin
To fall in love with who you are within?
No one ever speaks of how beautiful they can be
If they didn't put an entire focus and energy
On artificial eye pleasers
To tease the mind
To define beauty
With a worthless dime & an impossible size
If you keep depending on everyone else to tell you you're lovely
For who will you perform when crowd leaves?

You count the calories
Instead of the stars
For the world to see
Another beautiful body.
To run the long mile
So your thighs don't touch
Will who you really are ever be enough?
You've wandered down a street
Where the washed up women are all so cheap
For red lipstick you are a thief
Who will you be
When the audience retreats?

Once the whole world disappears
Into meadows of flowering fields
And numbers are but an illusion so far
All you'll have left to count on are those ******* stars.

Love me like it's the last time
Kiss me quickly before we say goodbye
Walking with you has been a gracious life
Nothing could shine brighter
Not even the stars at night

They wrote anthems for people like you
Not because they felt sorry
Because they understand
They've been there
And they made it.

You can too.

Boxed up memories
Collect cobwebs in my attic
Where the ghosts of yesteryear
Come out to play
Euphoric nostalgia
Revives innocence
Cloaked in pure, white satin.
Brittle photographs of birthday parties
Wide eyed gazes
Crooked teeth
A raging jealousy of porcelain dolls
Ageless in time's gripping noose
A melancholic fantasy;
Infinite youth.

Van Gough ate yellow paint
To make is empty insides happy
If I swallow these pretty pills
Will I finally be free?

If it's one o'clock in the morning
Or three in the afternoon
Just give me a call
I promise I'll be there soon
To wipe away your tears
And hold you in my arms
I'll be your angel
Just follow the stars