ive smashed
every
single
******* mirror
in this house
because
*im so tired of seeing you
when i look at me

remember those 'i love you more fights'?

looks like i won.

I can hear the rain
As it taps on my window
And I think back to a time
Where I'm laying in your bed
With the same rain against your window

And it shouldn't make me sad
The fact that you're hearing the rain
Against her window now
But yet, it does

Trees bend beneath the lazy wind strokes,
Snow flakes twinkling in the twilight glow,
Spring was near, but winter awoke
Destined t'was the phantom Snow

He lay his head along the grassy lands
In frosty, bitten slumber
He wisks away summers lush with his hands
And briskly sits upon his throne of December

Oh phantom Snow with his long iridescent strands of silken hair
And eyes fairest of blue
No woman, man, nor God compares
To the beauty that is you

He chuckles amused by words of flattery
Hubris in his winter might
"Allow me, to show thee,
A wicked snowy sight!"

He rose tall and sharp with an icy glare
And stepped down from his throne
He didn't see his brother Summer there
Awaiting to steal his home

"I am the king of the lands,
My winds blow near and far
Give me thy mortal hand
And I'll show you the winter stars"

In laughter the mortal took his hand
Chills slithering down her spine
Summer cackled, everything had gone according to plan
"Alas the throne is mine!"

Snow stepped out side with a grin in place
His heart still cold as ice
The mortal girl with a pretty face
Was now his to entice

The mountains of snow impressive in size
Dripped from dawning heat
Snow spun from the girl as he realized
That Summer stole the defeat

Summer grinned at his brother with an awful sting
Knowing what he had stole
Little did he know his little brother Spring
Was waiting for his plan to unfold

The light fades behind the moon
My heart is once again tainted
It is as if the darkness assumes
My soul is to be repainted

It's claws thick and stained by blood
Like a werewolf it howls sadly at the sky
I thought then it understood, but
I plea, I beg, dear god tell me why

I become this monster in my flesh
When the sun descends and retires
I become overwhelmed by death
And give myself over to haunted desires

I am asleep inside my own mind
These acts are not my own
I wake horrified to find
That inside I'm not alone

The
       Flower
                    Blooms
                                  Before
                                                It
                                                     Dies.
                                             *The
                                     Tear
                            Falls
                Before
           It
Dries.