A little girl scared to reach out.
She hesitated with doubt.
Always too scared to ask.
Small and clueless hidden behind hates mask.
No one heard her screams.
People laughed and said honey it's not as dark as it seems.
Held close by her partner at night.
The littlest mistakes causing largest fights.
I'm sorry baby.
Nobody could save me.
This little girl wandered her mind.
Aimlessly wondering what she could find.
She found a razor and began.
Blood streaming down her hand.
She found a broken relationship.
I'm sorry I just couldn't get a grip.
This little girl went on.
Shy and helpless as a fawn.
Then as she grew older.
She became bolder.
A drink here and there.
A mind filling her head with dare.
Take one more pill.
You haven't yet had your fill.
One two three four.
Now that I've started why not take more.
I was in a hospital that night.
The doctors walking past were blurs of white.
This little girl has taken too many.
This little girl has had plenty.
She came in a broken masterpiece.
As far from sober as she could be.
That night the girl decided to be strong.
She jumped of the building to where she thought she belongs.
That little girl jumped in her mind.
Don't worry she is perfectly fine.
On the outside anyways.
We will just say it’s been a rough couple of days.

It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one
awakens.

Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her small form,
a timeless need.

Her silken hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
frozen flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.                                                                                                        
My sweetened love.

This is a thing, a thing of which can never stop
This is it; this is what we are up against
This is what we use – we are the user
It is the used
We have a thing we call a mind
A house – a smile, a forgotten memory
Something that has eyes, ears and a personality
Of which we use to a certain extent
Then we stop.

You hold the world inside your smile
I keep your smile in my eyes
You imprison my heart in denial
I feel at home in your lies

I hold Hell inside of my spirit
And I use my heartache to burn
The world is on fire, can you hear it?
The ashes can go in my urn

The world is on fire, and I'm laughing
I can't help but smile at the flames
As the people around me are gasping
And my selfish ways are to blame

I wait till there's nothing but ashes
And cry at this sad, empty place
My memories are gone in short flashes
And the glow is erased from my face

I am who I am
I am powerful
I wonder about the sky and sea
I hear the voices of fallen angels
Their cries, their screams and their smiles
I see the reflection of beauty
The beauty of me
I want everyone to believe that
I am who I am

I pretend to be other person in the room
The other me
I feel the hope flaring
I touch it; the ball of light and darkness
I worry that it’s leaving and is going to go
I cry for the ones that have left
I am who I am

I understand a lot of things
But the rest remains a mystery
I dream of me and what I’m like
I try to focus on dreams and happiness
I end up failing and sadly dying
I hope for the dream
I desire for the reality of life
To come and see what I have to give
In exchange for my life
I am who I am
And that will never change