Wishes stay in the clouds, they NEVER come down.
They leave you stranded forever...
Like a single beam in a tall tower.
Breaks hearts, like a sword and its power
You wish on this star, and you stare.
Hoping to take you in its care.
It will never come down.
Its just waiting to make you frown.
And you should know that...
Wishes stay in the clouds and they mustn't come down.

Demons of angels, with wings to spread to fly away from everything and death.
With both I want.

Demons of praise, with friends with out end.
Something I need.

Demons of grace, such balance and agreement.
Something I pray for.

My word is my grave, my love, my saving prayer.
No one notices how important my words are.

Still me, my words and I.

But if I were to say "hurt is another word for love." I cant help but think its wrong.

And I still lay my twisted mind on a stone white table...

Demons of angels, with wings to spread to fly away from everything and death.
With both I want.

Demons of praise, with friends with out end.
Something I need.

Demons of grace, such balance and agreement.
Something I pray for.

My word is my grave, my love, my saving prayer.
No one notices how important my words are.

Still me, my words and I.

But if I were to say "hurt is another word for love." I cant help but think its wrong.

And I still lay my twisted mind on a stone white table...

Tied, strapped.
A figure ever so far, breathing as if the person were dead.
Knives.
Right next to me.
Clean and ready.
She comes to me with a crazed look.
Your awake now my Dove...
She whispered into my ear..
Her breath was cold as ice.
I struggle with my life on the line.
No my Dove! You mustn't get frightened now.
You witch!
I spat the words out, I did not care at all.
She growls like a wolf with foam thriving at the mouth.
She grabs my arm, she grabs a knife.
No. No! NO! Please have mercy on a little girl!
There is no mercy for your lusting sins, you *****.
She drives the knife into my arm.
I cringe at the pain and the sound of flesh tearing.
AHHH! Please stop, I will do anything! Please, just stop.
I weep, watching my blood streak on that white table.
I try and try!
I just cant get out of deaths grip.
STOP YOU *****!
She takes the knife out and struck it into my stomach.
I scream with this trill of pain.
Mother! Help me please!
More blood seeps through the knife.
Well? Your you dead yet Dove? Or can I play with you more?
I WISH I WAS DEAD!
Fine then...
She takes another knife and stabs my heart over and over.
I feel blood coming out of my little mouth, the sweet taste of it calms me.
I flutter my eyes shut.
I knows she leaves with a crimson kiss.

Do you love my evil twisted mind?
Do you really want to mine?
You call me Little Dove
I just don't trust this love.
I have made many fears.
I have shed many tears.
My heart ****** torn.
Caused by deadly roses and thorns.
The love I grace, has gone with no trace.
Why have you gone my dove?
You have done everything to save me.
Now your gone with no trail,
I look with no prevail.
Where are you!?
I need you, but maybe you don't need me.
So now I am gone like the wind,
I will never return to your demented mind.
My heart is a rarity.
I finally understand.
I want to save it.
You were just a waste of time.
Nothing more but I glass shard in my chest.
Easy to pull out, hard to ignore the pain.
Although I will miss you.
Nothing can change this pained little girl.
I love you yet, hate all the same.

Can't you hear me?

Pleading for this unknown word help.

Am I just not good enough for you hurtful ways anymore?

This love and pain that I give this not enough to endure?

This pain.

This lust.

It's just...

Why can you not speak?

This little red tear that streaks.

It seems to seep into my horrid dreams.

Am I dying, or just painfully crying?

I don't want to die.

Although.

Should I try?

I see her *******, strapped in like a animal gone mad.
Can she see me? No. She cant... Can she?
I have cleaned those toys just for her.
I think she knows I am crazy by now.
I speak but I am scared but harsh.
I see her struggle like a wounded soldier trying to fight.
I tell her to knock it off.
She called me a vial name.
Witch!!!!
I snapped.
I wanted to hurt my Dove before I had any real fun.
I grabbed the closest knife next to me...
I was enraged
I drove it into her pale skinny arm.
See her bleed made me happy.
Hearing the flesh rip apart, it made me wet with pleasure.
She tried and tried to get away from me.
I called her a horrible name.
Telling her to stop.
I ****** the knife into her little waist.
Watching bleed.
Her body nearly covered in this sweet color of red.
She screamed at me, telling me she wanted to die now.
I gave in.
I told her I would.
Not for her sake.
For mine.
So I wouldn't go to far.
I stabbed her heart.
Watching her eyes flutters like a butterflies wing.
I kissed her forehead.
Told her I love her.
I disappeared as soon as she came.