I kneel before the temple of Regret, prayers slip through lips of red. Collected stars in a jar, sealed with tears I have not shed.

Like lighting bugs but brighter, it shines with a blinding burst. I sipped from the waters of Lethe once, now I can never queue my thirst.

I didn't  mean to hurt him, I'll do anything to make it right. Out of pure desperation, I silently robbed the night.

I went through hell to get here, pulling constellations from the sky. I almost lost it all to Ruin, but still I refuse to cry.

This is all that's left of me, just a shell with a pretty face. So I give this jar as an offering, of the things I can't erase.

He must have came from heaven, yet I never witnessed the fall. I imagine it was with such a force, that it could have wreaked us all.

Bible verses tossed aside, some already committed to mind. A King among men in our world, yet to human for his own kind.

I cup my hands to catch his tears, my heart is his to hold. Wounds from battles won and lost, never ending stories to be told.

He could move a mountain, take down an army with bare hands. Yet you would never know it, just by the way he stands.

Armor put aside just for a moment, it gets so heavy in weight. But he's made of mightier things, and suffers the misfortune of fate.

I place my bare feet to the Earth, my long hair flowing free. I stretch my palms up to the Moon, and ask her to heal me.

Wind blows around me, Winter chill framing my face. My dress clings to the curves of my body, all pain and fears erased.

I won't hang my head anymore, I refuse to drown in Sorrow. I don't have all the missing pieces, but I'll Hope for a better tomorrow.

Dance can be a magical thing, it helps in untold ways. Moonbeams all around me, I haven't felt this Light in days.

I absorb the Universe, I just want to be set free. To cast aside these broken dreams, and find Tranquility.

If I can't have the one I want,
then perhaps,
I won't have anyone at all.

I'm a ghost these days anyway.
Right here,
does anyone really see me?

This man reeks of tabacoo and *****.
I wonder at his persistance,
so willing to touch a stranger.

Hands try to tug through my hair,
his breath so close to my face.
This absence in me echoes lost.

Recently my hearts been broken.
But for a moment,
the pain stops,
and I can't feel anything but nauseous.

I tried to tame a Titan, thought my Gypsy soul was all he needs. But it seems in the end, I'm the only human that cuts and bleeds.

I could count on the hand that's left, my long list of regret. But I wish nothing more, then to erase how we both met.

I took off armor and defended, what I wanted for my own. A dream I held close to heart, he was to be my home.

If only you could see me, cutting them down with every blow. But in the end he defeated me, the only one I wished to know.

I lay in a puddle of myself, as he devours my heart. All the while still whispering delusions, of how Fate won't keep us apart.

I sit beneath the tree of Innocence, hidden in the forest of Tomorrow. There I cried a lake so vast, neverending tears of Sorrow.

I can't look up towards the sun, its vanished from my view. Blue sky's I painted grey, yet another reminder of you.

I'm stepping off the edge soon, thought maybe this time I might fly. I'll climb to the very top, and hope that I won't die.

Muttered prays that only fall, they're just to heavy in heart. Everything that I touch, always falls apart.

I can't ease this ache in my chest, nor can I mend what's gone. So I sit beneath this magic tree, and listen to the Winds song.

I pulled the monster from the shadows, and cut his throat with glee. I muttered prayers of forgiveness, and declared it Destiny.

I couldn't stand the constant battle, the knife left in my back. I've run out of fingers and toes, counting all the things I lack.

I took those wings he severed from me, and sewed them back into place. I stood tall in spite of rumors, whispered phrases of disgrace.

Never did I claim to be a Saint, my history's tainted and twisted. But I had to ****, this Demon that existed.

Maybe I should feel remorse? He's 10 feet in the ground. But no matter how hard I search, no emotion can be found.